Konata Small ft. Dimitri McDowell - Numbers Lyrics @konatasmall @DimitriMcDowell

Konata Small ft. Dimitri McDowell - Numbers Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Mic check 1,2 1,2 you know how it goes

11212 that was the zip code

December 27th was the birth of Konata

The ‘Met’ fan born in the home of the Dodgers

D. Strawberry was the man as a toddler

From Brooklyn, crooklon look homes

I'm from that era, where that new era you're wearing that would've got took holmes

718 was the code of the hoodlums

7th floor 2739 Neptune

First hallway I would ever lay steps too

Where I resided back when the whole small fam united

We Started out with 4 but then he divided

Daddy left the 3 of us

He started wilding

Left us stranded in Coney Island

Home of the cyclone

Jesus Shuttlesworth

I'm going psycho

A boy In a high rise looking for his idol

A 3 year old throwing tantrum for a night glow

Where you at?

Where they do that at?

Where do I go?

Moved down to bed stuy

361 green ave was the next stop

Never had a rest stop

Momma working 2 of em

Neither one of em a desk job

This is how it is when you grew up how I did, thank God that i followed him now I done learned how to live

[Hook]

We'll be cruising

Tie your shoes

And walk into my foot steps

See with God

I came up out that fire

Like a Phoenix

Cause I'm looking fly now, feeling fine now

I don't mind, when I step out of my line you

You hit me like good God

You hit me like good God

You hit me like good God

You hit me like good God

[Verse 2]

New Kirk avenue 1360

Vanderveer pj's

Before the hip the hip steez

PS 269 my elementary

6 years old she showing me her anatomy

I was Introduced young

Eyes wide boy I'm frozen like madusa

But this would just become another thing in used To

Grew up quick

I got boyz in the grave that I grew up wit

And that was

Pre Flatbush garden

When crack was thriving

And blacks was Robbing

Other blacks that's starving

That was era of my side of America

Brooklyn in 90's ... it was terror

So while you celebrated

Christmas season

Homie we ain't a gift under the Christmas tree

Cuz we got robbed on Christmas Eve. . and the strangest thing is that the grinch looked just like me

Success stories in my hood was unlikely

The realest thing I ever wrote. that just might be

It was Survival of the fittest in my home town

Killing , blood spilling it was real up in that old town

[Hook]

We'll be cruising

Tie your shoes

And walk into my foot steps

See with God

I came up out that fire

Like a Phoenix

Cause I'm looking fly now, feeling fine now

I don't mind, when I step out of my line you

You hit me like good God

You hit me like good God

You hit me like good God

You hit me like good God