Name: BK'S FINEST (feat. Rome Streetz, Kai Ca$h & CJ Fly)
Duration: 4 min 34 s
Description: Слушайте песню BK'S FINEST (feat. Rome Streetz, Kai Ca$h & CJ Fly) - Joey Bada$$, CJ Fly, Kai Ca$h, Rome Streetz онлайн с альбома Lonely At The Top в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 4:34. Год выхода - 2025

Lonely At The Top

Joey Bada$$

DARK AURA

Westside Gunn

SWANK WHITE (feat. Westside Gunn)

Bri Steves

SUPAFLEE (feat. Bri Steves)

Kelz

A$AP Ferg

HIGHROLLER (feat. A$AP Ferg & Kelz2busy)

Ty Dolla $ign

READY TO LOVE (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

UNDERWATER

3 FEET AWAY

SPEEDIN' THROUGH THE RAIN

Ab-Soul

RAPSODY

STILL (feat. Ab-Soul & Rapsody)

LONELY AT THE TOP

CJ Fly

Kai Ca$h

Rome Streetz

BK'S FINEST (feat. Rome Streetz, Kai Ca$h & CJ Fly)

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Like that, I had it like that (Brooklyn, represent, Brooklyn)

(Statik Selektah, yeah-yeah) I made it like that (BK, where I be at)

Ayo, came a long way from the streets of Brooklyn, Medina

Now I'm fuckin' model hos from Wilhelmina

You can blame the city I'm from for my crooked demeanor

Reason why I always gotta keep a Nina (baow, baow)

Niggas might clean up nice, but know the God cleaner (the God clean)

Brooklyn keep on takin' it, you niggas keep on fakin' it (yeah)

My borough's thorough, nigga, we made for this (yeah)

We some grimy niggas, fuck your baby moms and tape the shit (yeah, haha)

Shout out to my niggas who made it out, tryna stay legit (word up)

Where I'm from, the dope boys the role models (yeah)

Hov laid out the blueprint, we all tried to follow

Word to the Brooklyn's finest, rest in peace to Clark Kent

Make a nightmare out these street dreams, if you got pinched

I got shooters in every hood, in Bedstuy, I'm super good (baow, baow)

My Flatbush niggas wish a nigga would (yeah)

My killer's in the Floss'll light you in the wood (brrt)

Crown Heights stay paid, my Brownsvillains still droppin' corpses, you should be afraid, ah

Peep the Steez and the way these hos sweat us (uh-huh)

These lames stressin' over the throne, but Rome been better (these niggas washed)

Chin checkers, stylin' on lame niggas with thin cheddar

Got vendettas 'gainst ass betters and cheap leathers (uh-huh)

Flee in Prada sweaters, locked up, she sent a lotta letters (yeah)

For the love of Rome, she do whatever, got her locked forever

Now I'm makin' brick guap from my acapellas

Started out with dope in my sock, re-rock and extras (uh-huh)

Thousand for an ounce, the Rolex dial Arabic

From dope boys to star whores, thought I did a magic trick (haha)

You ain't half as lit, when my raps is like a acid trip

No smoke, your favorite rapper want a bag to sniff (fuck him)

A Percocet and a ghostwriter to match the shit

And dope fiends that'll smoke you like Chris Moltisanti (baow, baow)

Uh, Cypress Hill to Clinton, huh, East New York, the 'Ville and all

Flatbush to the floors, Bedstuy boy at heart

Fort Greene show me love, feelin' like the old mix

I order personal Moët to sip slow and check the Santos

I serenade the money, romance, fondle with both hands

A Miu Miu corduroy, these diamonds gettin' gaudy on me, uh (sheesh)

If rap ain't work, I woulda been robbin', I'm God's son

Used to rock a fade like Nas, but I'm borderline Jay like I coulda been from Marcy

I never live with options, I knew my only job was to get it how I saw it

Think big, nothin' small, we treat the 'Clays like the Garden

And ain't shit sweet, but the suite, we up top, watchin' players from afar

Like it's all we ever wanted, turned the humble shit to hunger, nigga, yeah

B-R double O K-L-Y-N ('cause I want it like that)

Had it like that, yeah (Brooklyn, represent, Brooklyn)

Fuck all the glamours and glitz, keep a hammer and wrench

So all you broke motherfuckers get dismantled and fixed

I watered my money trees 'cause I plan to be rich

OG put in pain in the Towns, like I ran with the Knicks

Ain't never joshin' around, 'cause you know I got heart

It's a dummy move to fuck with me, you know that ain't smart

You think you invincible, but shoulda known you a mark

I stay sharp and on point like I'm throwin' the dart

On God, never missin' my target, I'm like a marksman

Know some reputables from Jefferson Avenue down in Clarkson

Plus, they ain't seein' me like I had dark tint

They hate to see my dark skin, I sharpen my harpoon when I see shark fins

And even if my exorcist an ex or sis, can tell you we ain't all kin

She gave me wood, I filled her up like I was caulkin'

Collect my royalties because I'm someone who they call kin, it's Fly

'Cause I want it like that, got it like that (B-R double O K-L-Y-N)

Had it like that (Brooklyn, represent, Brooklyn)

Shout out all my niggas out in East New York, mane (BK, where I be at)

What we live is what you read about (to all my, my Red Hook niggas)

Represent, Brooklyn (Don Coney Island niggas)

Слушайте песню BK'S FINEST (feat. Rome Streetz, Kai Ca$h & CJ Fly) - Joey Bada$$, CJ Fly, Kai Ca$h, Rome Streetz онлайн с альбома Lonely At The Top в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 4:34. Год выхода - 2025

BK'S FINEST (feat. Rome Streetz, Kai Ca$h & CJ Fly)

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