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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kota the Friend
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Avery Marcel Joshua Jones
Lyrics
Patrick Baril
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Statik Selektah
Producer
Lyrics
Go, go
Go
Yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Who knew we'd be what we are?
I took the pain, made a living off of showing my scars
I see the people show me love, they be knowing my heart
No matter what, I'm waking up, and I'm playing my part
I done been through a lot, I could see through it all
I ain't never surprised, I ain't never appalled
I know that life got it all sitting right in the store
And every purchase that you make come with something for sure
Seen a homie get locked up, judge gon' say he did a lot of stuff
Out a couple months, on the block, someone shot him up
Everybody where I'm from get it from the bottom up
Stressing at the bottom, takin' shots like bottoms up
Cold winter where I come from, son
You better stay real close to your loved ones, son
Feel blessed when you get to see the sun come up
And every day you get to start, know that someone's done
I'm from Brooklyn, Devil always tryna stick his hooks in
You don't wanna be in central bookings
On a Friday night, I'm tryna do my day right
And so I'm saying
Go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn
Go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn
Go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn
Go, go, go, go, go
Home sweet home
I see the snakes in the grass everywhere that I go
I see the people I love, the bitch nigga and hoes
I see the crabs in the barrel, I be watching 'em close
They do the most
It's a bittersweet thing, it's a energy thing
And the city don't change, it's the way you see things
Niggas gon' hate, that's a fact of life
I wanna love, I'm the last to fight
But if you want, we could smash your lights
For my son, I will sacrifice, and you gon' see me in the afterlife
Still caught up in they ratchet life
I work hard just to catch these flights
So I feel no guilt, no
From the NY like the heel toe, chill bro
Round and around, how the wheels go, still row
Bridge after bridge, I'ma build those real slow
Cut me at the roots, I'ma still grow
I'm from Brooklyn, Devil always tryna stick his hooks in
You don't wanna be in central bookings
On a Friday night, I'm tryna do my day right
And so I tell 'em
Go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn
Go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn
Go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn
Go, go, go, go, go
For all my people that's watching, I hope you get it too
And if you signing a paper, I hope you read it through
Fuck them niggas, I hope you doing what's best for you
Envy is a killer, don't keep that energy next to you
I reminisce on the days when we would chill in the park
Take a train to the Bush, smoke a blunt in the dark
And get away from it all
Sharing teenage thoughts and talk about what we got
And talk about what we lost
It was simple then, lotta crossroads
When I'm looking through my mental lens
Mama said, "Boy, don't be following with yo little friends"
Young nigga living like we think we gonna live again
Nowadays, it's just all about the Benjamins
Must come a time when the city take yo innocence
Gotta stay alive bro, wise, stay vigilant
Clinton Hill nigga go around the world killing shit
Tell 'em where you from
I'm from Brooklyn, Devil always tryna stick his hooks in
You don't wanna be in central bookings
On a Friday night, I'm tryna do my day right
And so I tell 'em
Go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn
Go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn
Go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn
Go, go, go, go, go
(Go, go, go, go)
(Go, go)
(Go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn)
(Go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn)
(Go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn)
(Go, go, go, go, go)
Writer(s): Patrick Baril, Avery Jones
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