[Verse 1: A.V]
Yo rap drop the beat
Kicking back bout to listen to a vinyl
Spitting out scriptures like I fuckin wrote the bible
Your girl on my snap and I make her go viral
5-2 record like I'm Kobe in the finals
White sand beaches
East coast legends
You the type of person that my crew don't mess with
A.V on the beat that's what they call me
At least your girl did the time she saw me
Money the only thing a n***a was taught
And a future ass n***a the only thing that I'm not
A&H New York is the only clothes that I rock
And my followers be picking up the things that I drop
I'm so fricken handsome
That's my fuckin anthem
Rapping like I damn near almost caught a fucking tantrum
Worked so fuckin hard so this shit is going platinum
Not gone stop this hustle until I'm driven in a phantom

[Verse 2: rapmessiah]
It's the rapmessiah in the cut
Spit like a bullet coming for your gut
So you better duck or have your body dug
Cuz in New York
You can't be soft
When I come up big
I'll be chilling in my SoHo loft
Dreaming of billions like I'm Billy from Microsoft
Millions matter when they master my mentality
In a New York State of gravity get used to brutality, duality, sexuality and inhumanity
And reference me as the messiah, your holy majesty
Stay low key till ya blow up like Cole on friday night
Lights shine bright so move in the shadows
If you can't take it go upstate and live in the hollows
Street corners filled with rats and shattered patron bottles
Baddest chicks on earth we the home of the fashion models
Straight from Queens the melting pot of cultures
If I come up the fakes will flock at me like vultures
They will see me as prey so they don't have to pray for tomorrow
But I cut em off quick cuz they treated me like shit make em feel turbulent sorrow
I got more game than shuttles, they can see it in my worth
Was raised on hip hop I've been bumping Nas since birth
So when I act like I'm the shit, just know I ain't tryna boast
Cuz all this shit, originated on the east coast
Messiah, Ban3
Lets get it

[Verse 3: Ban3]
It's Ban3 I was born in the east end
BK home of the greats is where we feastin
We wasn't shit but now my n***as eatin
When it comes to the money I go crazy Tommy Egan
East NY to Bedstuy is where we at
Catch me on the corner with the fitted Yankee hat
Wearing my timbos with the baggy clothes
Chilling on the ave with my Cypress Hills bros
N***as start frontin what the fuck you doing?
I'll posterize a n***a like I'm the king Knick Ewing
Going clutch mode call me OBJ
I only need one hand for you the catch the fade
I'll beat you with the belt without the parkway
Hitting 95 so stay out of my lane
Just another youngin tryna do my own thing
Game lost it's rep with all this bullshit beefing
Time to bring it back like my name Liam Neeson
Raised in the hood so you know I'm still chiefing
I'm always awake so you never catch me sleepin
Keep the peace of mind like I'm the street Gandhi
I always move in silence so these n***as can't find me
And I'm off this
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