(Verse 1: 60 East)

Check the speech out, All Flows Reach Out
I'd like to thank you for laying the beats down
Remember puffing hemp out at Hip-Hop Kemp
Then Red caught the scent and was like, "what's good?"
Die for my blood from the same state as Suge
Holding down the fam for the fam wishing they could, look..
Still a crook in some Jays and a bucket hat
A star and the kid got bars like where my cousin at
Every line fire, know we stay puffing that
Never stopping, got 'em rocking forward then jumping back
Every staff stacked with a strand of thе greatness
I'm engraving with my hands, on tracks with thе greatest
Dishonor, nah, never deaths better
I'm a diamond and I'm only getting brighter under pressure
Top of my class, no matter thee endeavor
I'm Jeff Goldblum, I'ma be Fly forever yea...


(Verse 2: 60 East)

Money hungry, but this still for the art though
Cuz in the after life, you can't carry that cargo
Y'all watching shows I was raised by them narcos
And taught the code of the streets from my cousin Marcos
That's dirty dice, we was throwing O's and Joey Nice
Hitting liq's to cheers, now we throwing shows with Obie Trice
Uh, yea its funny how life work
In these waters I can take down the greatest like an iceberg
That's light work, its nothing, I'll die for what I fight for
Like Type 4 life short, same reason why I write more, uh
Another trip to the flight store
To remind them they can't walk in the shoes that I sign for
These cats fiction, y'all dudes need to catch up
They bad jokes on the screen, nah they don't match up
Pass dutch repeat, and put on another beat
60 East, I'm the voice for the mothafucking streets, yea

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