Lyrics THE PRESS CONFERENCE - Albee Al

You don't know what a nigga was goin' through
When motherfuckers wouldn't answer the phone for me
Motherfuckers just turned they back on me
People life goin' on, bitches movin' on with niggas
Niggas movin' on with new camps (Gladiator)
You know what I'm sayin'?

Nobody checkin' on my kids, nobody checkin' on my family
Nobody checkin' on my mom
My mom, my mom's holdin' grudges right now
Know what I'm sayin'?
Like, I be askin' 'em when some of my old friends try come around
I be like, "No, man, ain't no such, such reachin' out to me"
Like, hell no, nope

Hold up
Mama had me as a teen, I'm so glad she kept me (mama)
Daddy died when I was four, I'm so sad he left me (rest in peace)
Comin' up in the trenches, you gotta be a man (Gladiator)
Lost boy in Neverland, I feel like Peter Pan
If you heard I was broke, dog, it weren't a rumor (it wasn't)
Know I got it out the mud like Timon and Pumba
Put my bitch in Chanel, we don't do the Pumas (at)
Come through your block sweepin' shit (grrt) like I picked a broom up (baow, baow)

Time to separate the kings from the pawns (king, king)
Put a queen on my arm, I'm the king, I'm the don, nig' (grrt)
Bitch, I spend about 40 on my charms (I swear)
Glock.40, yeah, I'm armed (boom, boom)
This for Draco, this for Ron, motherfucker (gang)

I don't know how you keep beatin' these gangsters
Bitch, we innocent, that's why y'all keep fuckin' with us
But, yeah, man
The police got it off of me, man
But it is what it is though, man

I'm just gon'
They gon', they gon' have to keep tryin' because I ain't doin' nothin' negative
I'm doin' all positive shit
Shawty like, "Nah, he's, he's a killer", he the one reportin' nothin'
They don't wanna see you do no good, bro
They, they want you, they want you to slip up and do the bad
So they can put another case on you, bro
But they, but I ain't gon', I got that paper now
They can't do me like that

Uh, on a turn pipe doin' like 160 (skrrt)
Shawty with me, tryna cut like a buck 50 (split)
MP been a post, you can't do nothin' with me (nothin')
Loyalty like Siamese, like, are you stuck with me? (Loyalty)

I vowed to never cross you (ever)
All these sins that I committed, would God let me walk through? (Will?)
Told my bro to hit my phone, he need someone to talk to (call)
Blew trial on the body, judge did him awful (free the real)
You out they mind when you out of sight (grr)
Got a pipe just in case I die tonight (grr, grr), you gon' ride tonight (grr)
Fuck 12 (fuck 12), 13 and the number next to it (everybody)
Choppa spin your head like the Exorcist (yeah)
Swing, nothin' next to this (grrt, grrt)

Let me make this clear, real quick (boom)
I want y'all to understand this, you feel me?
Niggas be thinkin' like Jersey City niggas ain't, ain't some type of real niggas or somethin'
Like, let's get this clear right now, dog
Like, niggas, niggas be, a lot of industry be feelin' like niggas ain't them type of niggas
Because of them type of niggas, you feel me?

Jersey City niggas go in, son
Like, I'm a Jersey City nigga, dog, and we go in, son
And I'm a real Jersey City
I'm the nigga that, I'm the king of Jersey City, dog
Trade places, like, don't

Them niggas sittin' there fightin' over somethin' that they ain't the king of
Like, I mean niggas alright, you smell me?
But niggas is just rat, it's like, you feel me?
I'm really doin' this shit, them niggas know, you smell me? (Know that)
I ain't tryna diss, so don't diss me, son, 'cause y'all know what I'm doin' after that, nigga
Fuck all that, y'all niggas know we wild, dog (know that)
We ain't doin' that dissin' shit, dog

Ayo, ayo, feel me?
Look, I said whatever I touch, it's in the B class shit
I'm one of a kind
I ain't like none of these motherfuckin' bastards
See, I keep the ratchet
No hesitation, I will fuckin' clap it

It ain't a joke, but I ain't fuckin' laughin'
This is real rap, you could get your grill cracked
Gotta hold your head up, or you'll get it peeled back
I'm from the bottom, tryna make it to the top for my niggas in the jail
Just tryna make it to the block

Niggas chasin' sales and they watchin' for the cops
All my niggas down, down, chasin' money 'til they drop (uh-huh)
I'm like Westbrook playin' with that Eagle
Feelin' like Bishop, juice like Beetle
Givin' out shots, you ain't talkin' 'bout neither
Talkin' Danny Glover shit, weapon, lethal