Black Soprano Family – 297 Parkside (ft. Rick Hyde, Elcamino & Stove God Cooks) (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Black Soprano Family premieres the music video for the Camouflage Zone-produced “297 Parkside” song featuring Rick Hyde, Elcamino & Stove God Cooks.

Black Soprano Family 297 Parkside

The Black Soprano Family often referred to BSF, is a music collective composed of several esteemed rap artists. Together, Rick Hyde, Heem, LoveBoat Luciano, Jonesy, FlexxBaby, and Young World make up the group. After releasing their first project back in 2020, the crew has come together to pay homage to one of their members.

On September 9, their newest tape, Long Live DJ Shay, will be released on all streaming platforms. DJ Shay, born Demetrius Chawton Robinson, was a prominent producer who worked with all the artists of BSF. Unfortunately, he passed away in 2020– shortly after the group released their first project.

Nonetheless, the guys have returned to make sure his name lives on. Although their project hasn’t dropped yet, they’ve teased its release by revealing a couple of the tracks. One song is “297 Parkside.” Aside from Rick Hyde, the nearly four-minute track featured Elcamino and Stove God Cooks. The somber beat allowed the rappers to deliver their bars efficiently, as they rapped about their upbringing and current life.

Black Soprano Family – 297 Parkside (ft. Rick Hyde, Elcamino & Stove God Cooks) (prod. Camouflage Zone)

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Lyrics

[Intro: Elcamino & Ella Andall]
We are different people, different races
Woo
Different aspirations, different places
Yo, uh, yo

[Verse 1: Elcamino]
I made the block on my own
Nobody taught me a thing, my house wasn’t a home
My whip wasn’t a Wraith, my kicks wasn’t the Js
All I had was a gun, I’m still stuck in my ways
I’m always smokin’ a blunt, I’m always holdin’ a gun
I’ve always been the nigga to give the people what they want, uh
Bein’ broke made me humble, now I got no choice but to stunt (I got no choice, nigga)
I stayed down on my ten so long, I fucked up my ones
I could have had an M but was dumb and was done (Word)
Spending more than I made, that’s how I fucked up my ones
I done stacked up a fortune, I could get up my sons and my daughter
How could I fall off when I’m walkin’ on water and Tims?
Ridin’ around, listenin’ to myself in the Benz (Skrrt)
I remember when I didn’t have a quarter
Now I’m a six figure nigga, I work out in Diadoras
Survival of the fittest, I’m a lion in the forest
Shootin’ dice with the killers, from the streets, now we corporate
Still got pounds for the low, but that’s just a nail in the coffin
Still keep one in the head and I leave the rest in the cartridge
We used to run the streets, now we rich so we be joggin’

[Chorus: Stove God Cooks & Rick Hyde]
We been bangin’ ‘Kiss, screamin’ “We gon’ make it” (We gon’ make it)
We measure your success by the size of your spaceship (Size of your spaceship)
Started with an ounce, now we cookin’ like eighty-six (Eighty-six)
How we go from an ounce to whippin’ eighty-six? (Eighty-six)
Hope they don’t come for me, these just wishful thoughts (Wishful thoughts)
We had bricks in the door (Bricks in the door)
We had bricks in the door (We had bricks in the door)
Now we got skyboxes and seats on the floor
I hope they don’t come for me, no, no, no (I hope they don’t come for me)
I pray they don’t come knockin’ on no door (I pray they don’t come, no, no)
We had bricks in the door (Uh, yeah, bricks in the door)
(This is different, Black Soprano Family)
I pray they don’t come for us (Come for us)

[Verse 2: Rick Hyde]
I’ma be fresh as hell if the feds watchin’, cookin in my gallery (Whip, whip)
Turnin’ what I love into a salary (That money)
Some niggas switched sides (Sides)
In that same moment, would’ve became casualties (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Lesson learned, you just gotta let it burn like calories (Like calories)
We was young thuggin’, dirt pluggin’, didn’t really earn nothin’ (Didn’t really earn nothin’)
My first dozen only got me eight, like Kirk Cousins
Once I figured out my issues, it was numbers for the whole summer (Yeah)
Gave this one nigga a tester, he put his whole thumb in (Up)
Ten, eleven shots with the switch on (Brr, brr, brr), I was just so runner
We taggin’ shit, but this ain’t a pedicure, get your toes done up (Yeah, haha)
From the March Jack, make you go zoom, nigga, fuck that (Fuck that, nigga)
This rap shit like my bitch when we text fight, all caps (All cap, nigga)
My homies got they spot like an Apple Store, all maps (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
I just come collect what I’m askin’ for, all stacks (I need mines)
I missed the plug call while recordin’, I pray he call back
Black Soprano Family or nothin’, nigga, that’s all facts (Big BSF, nigga)

[Chorus: Stove God Cooks & Rick Hyde]
We been bangin’ ‘Kiss, screamin’ “We gon’ make it” (We gon’ make it, uh, yeah)
We measure your success by the size of your spaceship (Size of your spaceship)
Started with an ounce, now we cookin’ like eighty-six (Eighty-six)
How we go from an ounce to whippin’ eighty-six? (Eighty-six)
Hope they don’t come for me, these just wishful thoughts (Wishful thoughts)
We had bricks in the door (Bricks in the door)
We had bricks in the door (We had bricks in the door)
Now we got skyboxes and seats on the floor
I hope they don’t come for me, no, no, no (No, no, no)
I pray they don’t come knockin’ on no door (I pray they don’t come, no, no)
We had bricks in the door (Bricks in the door)
I pray they don’t come for us (Come for us)