Criminals; they say that's who we are
We get shot on the block just for spitting some rhymes
n***a, words really do have a meaning
And d** have a way to evoke a new feeling
So judge me for being who I want to be
Right from Manhattan, dressed in Supreme
So yeah I got purp haze and I got cream
So please shut the f** up, get off my dick
Perez said "Get them" so I got them
And now I got steeze and they're all aplauding
Put me on a stage I re position all my rage
Liberating every single note been ever caged
Can not handle half of me
Wishing for a day I'm finding bigger checks
So come between me and my future and you're absurd
I'm the biggest motherf**er since Pharrell to hit the page
And I am never going to hold my tongue for sh**
Cause I don't talk sh**
And I spit fresh
And I blow dank
Color the canvas in my mind with beautiful pictures
Who dropped a new beat n***a that's mine
Dressing the haze in a french cigar
Don't want to stay here so I'm flying off
Phisycs is phisycs but f** gravity
Got a blunt and a label and I'm taking lead
And I'm doing me while you sit on your a**
With Luanne by my side sitting in the first cla**
Land in New York, drink syrup get throwed
Call my dudes up, but I'm moving kind of slow
And it's no problem how I rock that stage
Set a record better flip the yellow page
Everybody on the street who knows me wants to f** me so they can all have my last name
Goddamn
Chill motherf**er
The ladies on the streets know I'm trill motherf**er
And I work for the money, get bills motherf**er
Hip hop is dead but I'm real motherf**er