Hood stars ⭐️.

Links up at the studio

3 weeks later
Bronx ny
7:30 pm
Setty pov

I was getting ready to go to the studio to make another song

Me and India pulled up to the studio and everyone was there

"Yooo wsg yall" i said

"Wsg setty and India" everyone said

"What song you recording today" kay kay asked

"I came up with the name, sentimental vibe" i said

"Mhmmm shit sound fire" nas said

"Yeaaaa it does" carmin said

"Go record it gang"  chii said

I went to the booth, took a deep breath and looked at the producer

Sentimental vibe- set da trend

You wasn't there, I was down on my ass
You an opp, you ain't getting no pass
You my brother, you don't gotta ask
Get some money and split it in half
Get some money, they say that they made you
Bitch, this is some shit that you cannot relate to
They could say that they love you, but hate you
Cut the grass, gotta watch for the snakes too

I ain't Christian, but I'm in Dior
Pouring my heart, you left it on the floor
Mixed emotions, bottled up for sure
Promise for JB, we all gon' ball
Devastated, I got that call
Poppin' these perkys, I hope I don't OD
Oh, you say you real? You gotta show me
Ain't no mirror reflect on my old me

You wasn't there, I was down on my ass
You an opp, you ain't getting no pass
You my brother, you don't gotta ask
Get some money and split it in half
Get some money, they say that they made you
Bitch, this is some shit that you cannot relate to
They could say that they love you, but hate you
Cut the grass, gotta watch for the snakes too

I got snaked by my own mans
Thought you was my brother, but you had the wrong plans
Put the ball in the wrong hands
See you by your side when you locked in the jam
Spinnin' with revolvers, this shit never jam
Spinnin' 'til I'm dizzy, put you in a trance
Feedin' all these niggas, watch 'em bite your hand
JayRipK, see you when I can

I ain't Christian, but I'm in Dior
Pouring my heart, you left it on the floor
Mixed emotions, bottled up for sure
Promise for JB, we all gon' ball
Devastated, I got that call
Poppin' these perkys, I hope I don't OD
Oh, you say you real? You gotta show me
Ain't no mirror reflect on my old me
Bound, bound
Bound to fall in love
Bound, bound

I went out the booth "yeaaa gang" every said

"Who's making another song" I asked before sitting next India

"Me" kay kay said

He went into the booth, and started

Kay flock- is ya ready

grrah, grrah-grrah
Yo, turn that shit up (grrah-grrah)
Grrt, baow, baow, baow, baow (like)
Like, every opp shot, nigga (everything dead)
Grrt, baow, baow, baow, baow (Smokin' all deads nigga)
Suck my dick (grrah-grrah-grrah)

Dont run, don't trip (like)
Dont run, don't trip (like)
Dubski
Go ask my opps, it get ugly
I could do (shh) like Ice did to Sonny (like)
Think I'm lacking? That nigga a dummy (a dummy)
He think I'm a rapper, he think this shit funny (like, okay)
Okay, dump both ways (like)
Flip through the fours while I'm yelling out "Dubski"
Don't-don't run, don't-don't trip (don't trip)
They know my body, Mr. Throw More Than Six (like)
On a Revel, or a Lyft
Hop-out gang I bought him and his bitch (him and his bitch)
F-f-fuck it I'm in fashion, I bet I'll still up it (pussy)
He the fastest, don't know where I'm running (don't run)
Fuck it, back out put the beat on in public (like)
Grrah, grrah, grrah, keep dumping (keep dumping)
Edot Baby, that kid ain't on nothing (baow, baow)
On JayRip, got most of 'em ducking (baow-baow-baow)
Grrah, grrah, nigga stop putting names in your song
You alright? Something is wrong
Bent up my block, show me you perform (boom-bbom-boom, pussy)
They can't wait 'til they catch 'em a what? (Like)
Okay, let's get it on (let's get it on)
Ebk, bitch, I'm feeling like Melly (like)
He get shot if he tote in the deli (grrah-grrah)
Make it sexy (sexy)
Bitches get shot, it get heavy (grrah-grrah, baow)
Like with Nesty
My .45 hold 6, throwing deadies (like grrah-grrah)
Wit' his bestie, in the ground EBK, he with Mexi (grrah-grrah, Mexi)
And free Freddy, miss the opp, better pop like confetti (grrah-grrah)
Is you ready? We gon' bend through that block, leave it messy
(Is you ready? We gon' bend through that block, leave it messy)
Bitch, I'm a stomper, I don't really step (I don't do the step)
Nigga I'm a vet' (better watch ya' step)
Better come correct
I'm a demon, so watch who you check (grrt, baow)
Always lit, say less
I done slept wit' a Nine Trey, pound 'em with TEC (baow-baow-baow-baow)
See a opp, fuckin' duh I'ma wreck
Catch an LV put him on his neck (LVK)
Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah, boom
Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom