Story Behind The Song

Want to thank M.W. and her New York friend that shared the experiences and ideas of living in the East Coast.

Song Description

This track is an authentic East Coast Rap/Hip Hop song that has great hooks. It's about the toughness, loyalty, and strength in New York lifestyle. For song placements and TV/ Film use.

Lyrics

Intro
Uhh, uhh One, two
One, two Uhh
You ready? Listen

Verse 1
There?s something bout the way the streets revive
Early every single morning
Mary Jane is on fire
This nigga hit me on the celly
Say he missing my kisses
But I diss him ?cause my pockets is itching
I gotta go and get this paper
Yeah you know what it is
?Cause I?m too bossy to be calling you
To suture my ends
And I?m too classy to fancy up
You and your friends
Take notes
Get out your got paper and pen
You may have heard about the baddest
But I?m cluing you in
I rock the hardest call me aggregated diamond
Even in the darkest place I?m still shining
Never take a break on the block I stay grinding
I?m twisting it up, then I spark, we unwinding

Chorus:
I know who I am
I was raised out in these streets
Never gonna back down
This game don?t come with cheats
I rep my hood
We East Coast riding
And yeah I?m bout that life
For my hood I?m grinding

Verse 2:
On my way to the spot
This chicken-head tried to cluck
And I popped off
Should have known better
Than to step to the likes of me
Talking bout I took her man
Now the pavement is all she can see
Keeping it moving I got things to do
My homie say he got a pound
So I?m on my way through, uh
Made my money for the day
So, I?m chilling, B
Everything I own is paid for
Nobody?s billing me
Step in the room and I greet my peeps
I make my way to the back
And all I see
Is my homie with a fatty
And some stacks of cash
I put one in the air like that

-repeat chorus-

Verse 3/Bridge
Now you know about the life I live
It ain?t pretty but it is what it is
Until it ain?t
Yeah we hustle every day
We got mouths to feed
And we look out for ourselves
?Cause most niggas is grimy
And I do it for my hood
I put on for my city
Don?t think I won?t blast
?Cause my face is so pretty
I be rocking my stilettos
While I?m pulling the trigger
And if you want to see what?s real
I?m a show you you?re a bleeder
For the East Coast one time
Gone and rep it
I?m a go out and get what?s mine
Just accept it
Wouldn?t trade it for the world
It?s the life I live
Do it all again tomorrow
?Cause that?s who I is

-repeat chorus 2x-