Its almost July
I got my top down in my whip
Her hair blowing in the wind
I got my shades on cause I have been
She rolling up with no steam
Cause we go hand in hand like *clap clap clap* round of applause
I know to you it feel like I’m never around
But if you leave, who else gon’ hold me down
The worst part about growing up man the shit just aint for free
Maybe I can be someone people pay to see
And maybe I should move up outta here to the place to be
To get from a to z ay what you think I’m crazy
And will I make it I guess we gotta wait and see
BK girls down with that ride or die
So I always keep one right by my side
See I love New York I ain’t gotta lie
So if you messin with my ladies it’s homicide
there ain’t nothin like a Brooklyn Girl
*turn the volume up
i’ve been pleading so hard that my wrists got cramped
you didn’t listen, so i’m hoping you a Hiphop fan
This is my prayer.