On That 90's Shit

Yo, homey if you was raised like I was raised
Nickname, sign the page, Staten Island grimey ways
Niggas inside a cage, remind me of the slavery days
Watching Roots, shine like you washing the coupe
Chill with Andrew Jack', you get Washington loot
Fuck the real niggas, you gotta salute
I salute, toast champagne glasses, my campaign askes
It's not a marage, nigga fix ya glasses
All access granted, I ain't have shit, so
I don't take it for granted, I'm just trynna plan it
So we can expand it, further than what where the land split
Across the ocean like canned fish, we stamp bricks
Chariot logo, still underground like
Harriett, so they don't want me to blow
I'm like the bomb that they couldn't defuse
Now it's time I, refuse to lose, it was worth the wait
Now it's first place like I got church faith
I can make the earth plate like a earthquake
Aiyo my moms from Grant Projects, pops from Manhattanville
Killah Hill niggas got homeys in Manhattan, still