Ass whoopings served at a price you can work with-
Kids flip you over your head like Mr. Perfect/
Bloody fists double up disturbing->
You should've just gave the iPhone up, Siri's hearing you hurting/
They tryna get them pies off, on Myrtle-Wyckoff-
….Caught you slipping at 3 in the morning, victim/
Told you run your jack, you aint understand the diction-
No time to react, they hitting, it's still Brooklyn nigga/
There's still crooks here nigga, hipsters and books here nigga-
Got you feeling like there's no need to be shook here nigga/
They still turn jokes into a jux here-
…The false sense of security gets you pushed here/
…That false sense of security took what…two years-
You fucks ... really optimistic, maybe i'm sadistic/
But, all of that Brooklyn Vietnam shit I lived it-
And under the surface, it aint different/


It aint different really, it aint different really
Got couple hipsters near me
Still got a couple pistols near me
Got a couple that'll pop off if the Pigs are near me x2


Her name is Jessie, she goes to NYU-
Every night she goes to Kennedy to buy food/
Every nigga in that bitch says "you fine boo"-
On a short line throwing words like a Haiku/
Leg, thigh, fries, she's out-
Calling up the weed man while walking to her house/
Behind her is a mean man checking out her blouse-
She ordering the green, homie pulled a weapon out/
This muthfucking heat done got the devils stepping out/
….Weed man sounded glad to hear from her-
Mean man clutching on a hair trigger, looking at her hair, then/
Looking at her purse, unclear on which one the nigga wants worse/
Weed man said I'm in your hood making moves-
I can be up on your block in 30 seconds if it's cool/
Mean man ran when she hopped up in his coupe-
"I got 50's of the sour, shorty you want one or two?"/


It aint different really, it aint different really
Got couple hipsters near me
Still got a couple pistols near me
Got a couple that'll pop off if the Pigs are near me x2