BROOKLYN HIGH LYRICS

[Intro]

Little punk ass fuck, that’s it nigga (laughing)

That’s ballin'?

I guess men lie, women lie

But numbers don’t

It's over for that ballin’

It's my turn

Brooklyn!

[Chorus]

We fly high, no lie, you know this (Brooklyn!)

Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (It's my turn)

We stay fly, no lie, you know this (Brooklyn!)

Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused

[Verse 1]

Brooklyn get paper, tote big things

We chase niggas around they own ball game

Ball game nigga, it's over for you lames

Gimme back the chain, it's over for you dames

Fuck y'all broads

Didn’t they ever tell you don’t fuck with a man’s family They'll fuck with y'all's?

Kidnap mine?

Nigga I will click-clack push your wig back further than Tyra Banks' hairline
Your bank versus mine

If you're ballin’, nigga what I’m doing can’t be defined

The Joneses can’t keep up

Maybe my nigga Nas, but I got stronger after Ether

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

Bed Stuy, Brownsville, CI

The Best in the game since Daddy Kane and B.I

My turn, we live, money to burn, nigga we on fire

G-5'er, Ace of Spade make it real easy to book your babe

I’m running a Boston on these niggas

I’m watching ya soundscan you keep reniggin'

I’m trump-tight, I'm Trump-like

I’m on my way to a billi, I play my cards nice

Niggas like "Hov ya sound too rich"

I’m like "Oh! ain’t that about a bitch"

Ain’t that we here for? Therefore

I sound like I'm supposed to sound, meet me at the Clearport

I’m ballin’ for real, you pump faking it

Manhattan keep on faking it, Brooklyn keep on taking it! Yeah!

[Chorus]
[Outro]

Yeahh! Shoutout to all my real niggas in Harlem

145th & all that

All the Dominicans, OG Juan, Lower Eastside True Life

This ain't about boroughs, this is about niggas & bitches

It's game time

It's my turn

Let the games begin

YOUNG!