On That 90's Shit

Yo, homey if you was raised like I was raised

Nickname, sign the page, Staten Island grimey ways

Niggas inside a cage, remind me of the slavery days

Watching Roots, shine like you washing the coupe

Chill with Andrew Jack', you get Washington loot

Fuck the real niggas, you gotta salute

I salute, toast champagne glasses, my campaign askes

It's not a marage, nigga fix ya glasses

All access granted, I ain't have shit, so

I don't take it for granted, I'm just trynna plan it

So we can expand it, further than what where the land split

Across the ocean like canned fish, we stamp bricks

Chariot logo, still underground like

Harriett, so they don't want me to blow

I'm like the bomb that they couldn't defuse

Now it's time I, refuse to lose, it was worth the wait

Now it's first place like I got church faith

I can make the earth plate like a earthquake

Aiyo my moms from Grant Projects, pops from Manhattanville

Killah Hill niggas got homeys in Manhattan, still