Redeemed - Brooklyn Fever (feat. Eriq Lee) Lyrics

Preacher's kid, raised civil on the hardest blocks
Any given minute, man your heart could stop
Late night candle vigils 'cuz your partner shot
Top 5 debates on chairs that swivel in the barbershop
Dreaming of being king out in Crown Heights
Too many shots sing, but they don't sound nice
Too many chicken wings with that brown rice
Too many crimes scenes after wild fights
That's Brooklyn for you
I was raised on Empire Boulevard
Had rolls on Empire before Luscious and Cookie, dawg
The only difference is , my roll ain't come with millions
My rolls with skates on Friday nights, they sold the building
And my roll ain't get me fame and out the gutter
My roll cost me change from the bodega with some butter
Best friend was raised over on Sullivan
We would hit Kings Plaza and take the dollar van
Yeah man, that's that Brooklyn Fever baby
I got Brooklyn Fever
Gully-ville ice cold demeanor
Oh how I love my city
Put your lighters up if you're with me
My block yo' block one nation
One buck, two buck we chasin'
County of the kings and the hustlers
Borough of the beasts and the monsters
Brooklyn Fever
Me and the squad Harlem Shakin' out in Tivoli
Shakin' so hard, thought we was tryna get rid of fleas
Runnin' Ebbetts Field like the Brooklyn Dodgers
Dreamin' of a lambo field, like we Aaron Rodgers
We ain't want a lot of cars
We wanted a lot of cars
'Cuz poverty hit hard and left a lot of scars
So through the pain we barged
With no remorse
And when I get defensive, it's 'cuz I'm taking charge
I left the heights and I had the crown still
Moved to the East 90s, near Brownsville
Crime rates high, so life looking down hill
Ain't glorifying this life, just 'cuz it sounds ill
Red and blue sirens, chasing red and blue flags
They shooting at each other, I don't know who's bad
Smooth criminals, Timberlands and a du-rag
News casters, slant stories for news flash
I got Brooklyn Fever
Gully-ville ice cold demeanor
Oh how I love my city
Put your lighters up if you're with me
My block yo' block one nation
One buck, two buck we chasin'
County of the kings and the hustlers
Borough of the beasts and the monsters
Brooklyn Fever
Every block got a church and a liquor store
Wrestle with our nature boy, locked in the figure four
They tryna push us out, we wonder why the rent is high
Coffee shops everywhere, it's getting gentrified
This our homeland, outsiders can't sympathize
Feeling like a Native American, in the pilgrims' eyes
But this is for the Brooklynites
Who survived all them Brooklyn nights
I got Brooklyn Fever
Gully-ville ice cold demeanor
Oh how I love my city
Put your lighters up if you're with me
My block yo' block one nation
One buck, two buck we chasin'
County of the kings and the hustlers
Borough of the beasts and the monsters
Brooklyn Fever