Native

The hood turn fancy, I could feel it here
Yeah Apolo on Delancey, I was really there
They done stole away the land, it ain’t really fair
Hey Snap, where you at? I’ma see you there
It’s like a tug of war just to make amends
Caught between make peace & take revenge
Gotta learn to make joy from the pain within
See I’m searching for the feeling but it came & went
Now I’m looking at the forecast, rain again
I was thinking but the thought passed, mail it in
Yo I used to think we’d all last, think again
Still bugged that they all passed, say amen
The hood look different, I could feel it here
Cuchifrito on Clinton, I was really there
They done stole away the land, it ain’t really fair
Yo Brandon where you at? I’ma see you there
Couldn’t write my story with a 100 novels
2nd Street, 100 blunts 100 bottles
Bumping to the Max like the fucking gospel
Something bout these raps make me feel colossal
Otherwise stuck in a tough debacle
Call it life, always on full throttle
Native straight New York, we was never docile
My hometown more like a fossil now
The hood turn fancy, I could feel it here
Yeah Apolo on Delancey, I was really there
They done stole away the land, it ain’t really fair
Hey Snap, where you at? I’ma see you there
The hood look different, I could feel it here
Cuchifrito on Clinton, I was really there
They done stole away the land, it ain’t really fair
Yo Brandon where you at? I’ma see you there
I was really there
I’ma see you there
You was really there
I’ma see you there