I'm just a ghetto Queens kid in some beat up Adidas
Still dreaming 'bout some day i get to speak in arenas
They say "don't know how you ain't make it, Linkz you a genius"
I guess it's cause i know the game is full of vicious Hyenas
They just compete, and think of different ways they can beat us
We all sick in the head from the shit that they feed us
All it takes a little dough to change these bitches to cheaters
Im'a stick to dropping gems though, I spit for the dreamers
Tryna build up a puzzle 'fore they rip it to pieces
Just Shine, sip Brown Water, I still speak to Slink Jesus
He's just down in the F.L., I'm blazing the next L
Thinking 'bout ways that I can prosper and excel
2019 lost Eye Rule and Riel
Buck The Goblin gone, homie loved my songs
Gave the type of energy that made me wanna keep on
The hood don't feel the same, sometimes don't even like its home
Little hand on the Seven
Big hand on the Six
If you still know how to read a clock, you know what time it is
Look, it can get reckless but we gon' grind through it
Push Lbs Records, Ghetto Grime Muzik
Now we smoke bud anywhere, before it was back blocks
They all popping pills now, before it was crack rocks
We used to go outside but now we on laptops
I keep seeing 7's like i just hit the jackpot
Haters lying to me, laughing, telling me "That's hot"
I laugh back cause i'm looking at 'em like mascots
Ain't nothing really new to me
That's why i'm playing the fool, to fool the fool that thinks that he's fooling me
Good at reading vibes and I always stay true to me
New school like School Boy, old school like Schoolly D
I'm spontaneous usually
Cause sometimes I might charge and sometimes I might do it free
I got some inner demons putting me to the test
Somehow they always pop up when i'm doing my best
But i'm tryna be strong and think of it less
So i get lost in the music just to cope with the stress