[Verse 1: Apathy]
I'm on my CT shit, but when ain't I
I've been repping this shit since I was yay high
I'm from heroin town, yeah I was born there
Check the location on my four square, junkies and whores there
Hartford and New Haven's like warfare, these days
Channel three news with the replays, where the body decays
White trash free base, plus we da home of slept on rappers and dj's
Big mike put me up on his tapes, for I'm repping this state, not because I drop hates
And my name holds me, this is just a reminder
From the state where we call subs and heroes grinders
It reminds me of nine five in the pathfinder
Playin Only Built 4 Cuban Linx, or Da Beatminerz
Well the evil deed broke me off lovely, it's ugly
Shout out to all the Uconn huskey's
I'm a CT
[Hook:]
Peace Connecticut, Peace Connecticut
Peace Connecticut, real niggas get shots, Peace Connecticut
Peace Connecticut, Peace Connecticut
Peace Connecticut, real niggas get shots, Peace Connecticut
[Verse 2: Apathy]
Yo, I'm a young man, with an old soul
I'm from where Good Ole Tom will buy your old gold
Shout out to steez-o, peace to duelio
And Chris Webby gettin' buzy in the studio
I'm dough rakin' with my mo'fuckin' spliff and bone
And got my northface on son, it's wicked cold
I'm New England like a mo'fucka', turn turn it up louda'
We export more white powda' than clam chowda'
An epic beast repping streets where they say F police
Sitting in this interview, with my man Kevin Reese
I'm a product of Dock 9, it's classic
In case you didn't know he's Connecticuts Mr. Magic
If you all want problems, here comes trouble
That's why I got Connecticut, tattered above my knuckles
Peace to all my people, chilling in Williwico
And chicks on the metro north, strapped with Kilos and CT
[Hook:]
Peace Connecticut, Peace Connecticut
Peace Connecticut, real niggas get shots, Peace Connecticut
Peace Connecticut, Peace Connecticut
Peace Connecticut, real niggas get shots, Peace Connecticut