RIP to Victorious
Aunt Shaqueen raised a queen and two warriors
We returning that story with
Reversing generational curses that we was born within
And bless the women with spoils, they deserve all of it
Rena Jackson came from the south to the Island
Her seven kids became four fathers, three mommas
Trace our lineage back to Columbus, South Carolina
But the village is rooted in Stapleton, where you'll find us
Raised on loyalty
Grew up being taught fam is all we need
Might not have the whole North, but we majority
Put our resources together we can all succeed
No generational wealth, but born royalty
Raised on Grandview Ave, I'm a Harbor nigga
But that fifty one Hill Street where it started nigga
Brown Hornet my fam, shout out the Bomber nigga
I got ties to killer bees regardless nigga
All us Staten Island niggas close
Aunt Bea said she don't know Ghostface she know Dennis Coles
Food stamps and hand me downs
We advancing now
Descendants of the first black settlers out in Sandy Ground
Sometimes I wish we ain't grow up
Growing apart usually comes with getting older
Summer school lunch fifty cent sodas
Quarter water juices chips and cold cuts
Memories remind me where I'm from while I'm headed where I go
Like them pissy staircases when the elevator broke
Grand daddy's house on Harbor Road we celebrate the most
Now it feel like deaths the only thing that bring us close
But even in them grieving times at funerals
I realized in that moment my family's beautiful
I realized in that moment what's my purpose
And making money doesn't even scratch the surface
Look
I want my son to know his family
Want him and Omari to be like me and Anthony
Jacquie and Candence to be like me and Tahita
Jaxon and Sita to be like me and Tanisha, etc
Bucket list of goals to succeed got a plethora
Spending more time with the fam that's my second one
But my first one is getting rich
And bringing wealth to our lineage