Lyrics Hoodies & Bombers (feat. Cortez) - Tyrone Briggs

Ski mask the game like the corner's in New York done taught us
Overcharge them for how they did De La Soul and the Cold Crush
Hoodies and bombers, my attire until it's over
Don't expect for me to lighten up boy, I'm not Sammy Sosa
Protect your neck or inspect a deck I'm from Staten
Fell back a few steps to snap back to find the new era capping
Break rappers down to a science
What you gotta prove for this pro ton's, for a positive charge I'll get at em
Cereal at night coming up appeared to be normal
Was taught that money talks and my pockets were anti social
Now I send an invoice any time I turn on protocols
I get what you get for a brick to rap the shit I go through
Hustle begun with my moms, I come from the slums
So now it's my time to eat, don't want none of the crumbs
I want the whole plate
My starting line up look like Golden State
And this year we coming after ours like we open late
Boy

I been dancing on keys like since a youngin
P's come in abundance
For green we quick to up it
Then squeeze
It's in da Black hood we don't tuck it
D's they fin to rush us
When the yellow tape circle ya P's
We grip sticks we down to ride
Brooklyn ballistics homicide
Corner store legend sold bricks outta mamas fried
Was out my mind ducking charges
I learned to corner markets
I turned the corner store into a corner office
I beg your pardon but I'm not them
They hating it
For all that drip a pool of blood you could bathe in it
Ya do it for gram them grams shit I was shaving it
Fiends like Tony with powder they put their face in it
Whip wit the base in it
It's point eight accurate
Bodega trafficking
I got the game panicking
Can't confuse confidence with arrogance
The sacrificial lamb the went and crossed the goat I turn baphomet
Brooklyn