Brooklyn World

We in here We don't plan on going anywhere Got the drive So we plan on being everywhere Never heard Better open your ears bro OOAK is the team So you better get in tune though Music is a feeling They say you better kill it Beat dying every second Put your hands up toward the ceiling The style we have, deceiving You never see us coming 5'8 stalky Brown eyed bandit Pen sick talent Rap sing balanced God's son truly Walk green pastures Ain't none like me Phenom Cp (Let's go) We wanna keep you moving We winning, never losing We made a lot of lefts And now we got it right CP's the name I Got no time for games Never chasing fame I do this for the love My family and music My savior up above The beat is talking to me It singing to my soul I write to any beat R and B to rock and roll This is godly gift I'm totally in control We in here We don't plan on going anywhere Got the drive So we plan on being everywhere Never heard Better open your ears bro OOAK is the team So you better get in tune though Whatever you want  Just talk, rapping, an anthem, a war cry come on get your answers  Calling out to the decedents the crips, black panthers Bloods, guardians angels group that’s gonna stand up Like you don’t know what’s going on in America  Killing off minority’s just like we are a cancer   First it was don’t shoot you had to put your hands up  Now they’ll kill you for doing nothing but being black one  Or brown one or just different  They’re trying exterminate anything alters  there system  So  keeping us down to the bottom  Is the mission  Put your hands up  Keep your damn fist clenched  Talk is cheap  It’ll never get you rich quick  Build w yours Stack up Keep it consistent  Build a legacy for my damn grandkids kids  We in here We don't plan on going anywhere Got the drive So we plan on being everywhere Never heard Better open your ears bro OOAK is the team So you better get in tune though I remember writing verses for fun now it’s a new day Niggas making anything up to get the Big Pay That Be the new way To get that Bread They do whatever for the fame just to get them ahead Hip hops dead Yeah I Agree with what nas said Now I bet these little niggas wanna fill me with lead Yup Having your own mind them Kids can’t take They get along with everybody yeah them niggas is fake That’s not my make I move on my own For god sake Varnell hill I got the cat fish in the lake Martin how can I get to the yams that’s what I’m bout I Ain’t dying in the hood just to get a little clout I want the cars and house with the court out back Cookouts with Fam and Friends yeah we got that yack Go to the bank to get my little daughter a stack Tell her to give her brother Half that’s a harris' fact We in here We don't plan on going anywhere Got the drive So we plan on being everywhere Never heard Better open your ears bro OOAK is the team So you better get in tune though