Hall St. (Intro)

HOOK

I’ve seen niggas get a win and then flex up,
Let em be in 3 weeks see em mess up,
I’ve seen OG’s win and then bless us,
100 dollar bill split in half use to tell us,
From the day that you begin you’ll be in playin ketchup,
So from then till the end neva let up,
Ain’t shit for you on the ground baby brother keep ya head up,
And be humble cuz ya heads an easy target when it swell up,
I’ve seen niggas hit the ground neva get up,
Seen bitches set up,
Unfaithful ass niggas they were fed up,
Petty beef about broad get to lookin rather small when it’s dark and the neighbor next door get wet up,
Oh boy it get better,
12 wanna sweat a,
Couple kids on the corner being kids but whateva,
You ain’t really here to help Ive seen you pigs fuck and wreck us,
Ive seen pigs searching men and put they kids under pressure,
I’ve seen niggas give a lot still coming up w less,
Kids w out a pops still coming up correct,
I done pinched what was drop started runnin up a check,
Hundreds stretched payin bill when my Mama was a mess,
Who the fuck could tell the kid he ain’t a man now,
Was 15 steppin up Money ran down,
Every lil lead for a dollar ain’t no hand outs,
Never did he stand down,
Stunting cuz he can now,
Hands down,

VERSE

There’ve been nights turn day I had to spend in the street,
Had women work a job and at the end of the week,
Before they even paid a bill I have em bring it to me,
Catchin Z’s every class cuz I still didn’t sleep,
To many bills to be chill I was real indiscreet,
Hundreds everyday see how it feel when a week,
Of unexpected expenses appear and deplete,
Your resources of course ya career in the street,
Takes a hit hands forced put ya ears to street,
Get you back on coarse for that year of relief,
Voice real indistinct,
Sayin bite down brother voice clear interlinked,
W The Kid his instincts,
Sayin those that don’t shit gotta... clean it up,
Past 17 years have been.... leadin up,
Till today niggas sweet that’s what they.... think of us,
Nice muhfucka he ain’t.... mean enough,
Which is why it’s either our enemies or us,
I don’t know if they ain’t fuckin w the team or just,
Like to hate cuz they ain’t ever being seen w us,
But either way The Wolf of Hall St. ain’t easin up,
I’ll be damn if I die w out a fight dawg,
Teeth showin every handle ima fly off,
Money bitin down and every limb that I bite off,
Will be another stain that the game can’t wipe off,
I’ve been goin hard no stiffy,
Gettin off no quickie,
Roll w me.
Or get rolled into ya grave so gently,
You’ll be thinkin it’s a bed I know folk don’t hear me,
What’s another barrier see I done broke so many,
See before they wouldn’t let a nigga grind it out,
It was lookin like a maze I had to whined around,
Every lil nuisance you’d imagine but I’m flyin now,
Set a destination no hesitation I’m flyin out,
And for the record this is something I will die about,
Its more than givin niggas something they whine about,
I let it slide make no mistake you see this time around,
Money’s made a pact among the pack so like a diamond now,