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Joell Ortiz

Wolves (BKLYN)

 

Wolves (BKLYN)

(album: H.A.R.D. - 2020)


Nah, don't ask what happened to me
Before you put that weed out and try to preach, just pass it to me
Much respect for trying to keep me out the game
But me and you is the same, lost people, just different names
Admired the nicer things from afar but ain't complain
Just put our brain to work and created our own lane
But see my lane picking up and I'ma need the whole thing
My connect ain't got it like that and I'm done with small change
Everyday you make me wait, another day I must explain
To a hungry ass team to sit tight and maintain
I was hoping me and you could, you know, let me explain
I'll paint a whole extra point just to show you that I ain't playing
I got them boys getting busy, the comeback is insane
Ain't gotta worry 'bout no heat, no whips, no gold chains
Just a whole lotta money while everybody stay playing
I'll knock off one a week in my sleep with no strain

I'm a product of where they move product
Getting money 'cause the block got us
The top dogs make the top dollars
But the wolves get money and they rob us
[*howl*]
Welcome to Brooklyn, nigga
[*howl*]
Welcome to Brooklyn, nigga

What I told you, this shit smooth right?
Now you know I'ma need two, right?
Tried to tell you this shit move like
Birds in the winter, no pun intended
Our relationship has grown OG, it's one of a friendship
So I think the time is right that, um, one of us mention
You losing that point like a run-on sentence
I proved myself a while ago, I'm feeling over-extended
Would be a shame if you ain't honor that and business ended
It's not like I don't know what it's like to be independent
Yo what you looking at me for? This 'bout money
And there's a couple things I found out that you kept from me
My competition got some fire so my niggas flattened his tires
Kidnapped him and made the bitch nigga take us to his supplier
What do you know? He brought us here, you fucking liar
Change of plans, I think I'll take everything I desire

I'm a product of where they move product
Getting money 'cause the block got us
The top dogs make the top dollars
But the wolves get money and they rob us
[*howl*]
Welcome to Brooklyn, nigga
[*howl*]
Welcome to Brooklyn, nigga

Be safe, good luck with that though

done

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