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• Artiste: Erick the Architect
• Titre: Beverly Drive
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Oh, I don't know how niggas move nowadays Back when we was young, the trap was always miles away Had no strategy, my attitude was die today (Die today) Bad depression had to park it like a valet (Valet) I went to church, but I got nervous what the pastor say Spoke of greed, I always felt like it was just for me (Just for me) Poor decisions, I was still in, wishin' this would fade Now they steal my vision, so I can't say anything Will we be the same? Dog, I hang my head in shame Always willin', we'll prevail, so go against the grain Had to build this architect to build this boom (This boom) I'm in the hood with all my niggas, feel like Juvie (Juvie) Hater jokes to get the bread, then cop a Coogee (Coogee) Iceberg, bubble goose, I'm eatin' poutine (Poutine) More expansion on the house, I need a new wing (New wing) Jordan flu game, 33, you win I was broke, so damn right, I'm doin' cool things (Hmm-mm) First time I took a flight, I knew two things One was I could do this rap shit, we don't follow trends (Follow trends) Truest, I don't know if I'ma be this high again (High again) I was wrong, I hit the L, look like I lied (Oh) Like my ladies, not your queens and not with collagen (Collagen) My spidey senses tingling in my metropolitan ('politan) We been to block, we masked up and movin' on the mesh What's loyal? Jammed up, pretend he never saw you If you want my brother, you get everything I'ma spoil you If you want my son, show them everything I taught you Always payin' homage to the homies bred before you On my side, somethin' vague about the sunshine Makin' money four quick, how to duck the one time Since a youngin', man, the trauma gave me butterflies Transgressions of them thugs caught on helipads I remember, damn it was a cold December L.A. on my mind, but Brooklyn niggas know me better Certainly I'm fed up, standin', I never settle I'm on my own, I really thought I had the perfect setup Still reflectin' on the things that we connected on Still playin' jams, I'ma stand with the records on God bless this all, some mature, faster law (Yeah) If we spoke it loud, then you know it's passin', dawg (Yeah) If we smoke it loud, then you know it's passin', dawg (Yeah) If you scope us out, then we have to crack it, y'all (Yeah) Empty those clips out, you ain't have to ask for more (Yeah) I don't preach to violence, it's just how I got involved Always had my smart streets, show me it was rentin' Some niggas real Gs, others sufferin' for some fiction Compin' up predictions, raise the value, not eviction Crossfaded, mix it, gettin' booted in my district Always from the soul, I ain't focused, don't get it I'm abrasive, I'm just really photogenic, give me credit This is life, so we never make no edit, uh Ballin' so athletic, they just fans and they wantin' some aesthetic What's loyal? Jammed up, pretend he never saw you If you want my brother, you get everything I'ma spoil you If you want my son, show them everything I taught you Always payin' homage to the homies bred before you On my side, somethin' vague about the sunshine Makin' money four quick, how to duck the one time Since a youngin', man, the trauma gave me butterflies Transgressions of them thugs caught on helipads (Beverly Drive, Beverly Drive) I was born and raised in Brooklyn, New York right on Beverly Road, Flatbush My dad worked at Hotel Beverly in Manhattan when I was a kid in the '90s And I wrote these thoughts in Beverly Drive, in Jamaica Visited my family on the first vacation with them since I was ten years old