To The East (Built Bridges)

Verse 1

Uh, check it

Big poppa still breathing through the fiberglass

Brooklyn to the core like the projects I was birthed in

Maybach custom tinted with the stars on the ceiling

All you new jacks talking slick but you ain't built for the feeling

Pre-Chorus

Mad real when I slide through the borough

Mad clout in the room when I borrow

Your whole catalog can't match my tomorrow

Chorus

Fuck all y'all and the ones who doubt the legacy

I was stacking lucre while you studied chemistry

Brioni on my frame and my wrist is a clinic

Son you can't afford the lesson I'm the arkuhtect of lyric

Verse 2

Check it

Forty years removed and I'm still the crown jewel

That calico vocabulary make you act a fool

Mack talk to these records I been breaking the format

While you rappers chase the wave I'm the author of the contract

Loro Piana threads and the cream keep flowing

Uhh, I'm the reason that your favorite rapper's going

Pre-Chorus

Pa you sharp but I been sharper since the eighties

Pa you loud but I'm the thunder when the rain hits

Every verse I drop is scripture like the ancient

Chorus

Fuck all y'all and the ones who doubt the legacy

I was stacking lucre while you studied chemistry

Brioni on my frame and my wrist is a clinic

Son you can't afford the lesson I'm the arkuhtect of lyric

Bridge

Brooklyn bridge in my rearview and I still can't leave it

Every block that raised a king forever breathing through it

From Bed-Stuy to the slopes I'm the reason they repeat it

East side stand up when you know the whole world needs it

Post-Chorus

Bay-buh

Bay-buh

Brooklyn to the grave

Brooklyn to the grave

Verse 3

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I done seen empires crumble like the towers on the west

While I'm sipping something cozy in my penthouse at the crest

Nigga think he slick with the flow but the mack gon' whistle

Put one in his ass like the old days that's how I settle

Suck a dick to the critics that been waiting for my coffin

I been black and ugly as ever but the Forbes just keep calling

Chorus

Fuck all y'all and the ones who doubt the legacy

I was stacking lucre while you studied chemistry

Brioni on my frame and my wrist is a clinic

Son you can't afford the lesson I'm the arkuhtect of lyric

Outro

Uh, that's that Brooklyn shit

That's that east side love

Big poppa never left

Bay-buh