[Verse 1:AK-47]
Flip flop
Rubix Qube
Man Im so sick with that loop
Let me get some paper
Shawty f** your attitude
AK plus 40
Cold november
9/11 plus 7
Revolver in your face
I'm inside you f** this race
Overdosed catching flows
Wale told me get me doe
And I go for some more
Sitting in the park all alone
I see sparks with them songs
I f** them clones
Always been on my own
Smoke the pain away and I dream on
[Verse 2:Pusha T]
Two sides, what the game'll do
Bring money, fame to you
Stackin' mine, n***a ye high
Standin' on it like a pedestal
Couldn't imagine a better view
From the poolhouse you see four cars
Bad b**hes, they skinny dippin'
Mixed college b**hes with p**n stars
Disconnected my OnStar, no GPS these VVS
Lorraine Schwartz on speed dial, went ocular, that's CBS
Aston Martin, DBS, James Bond cool as James Todd
Best n***a to make hits and run base since A-Rod
Hands dirty like Ason, I'm grindin' n***a you J Kwon
My Diors is distressed, CDG vest with Jays on
Bloggers get your trace on, 500 horses race on
Coke ties, that coke dries, it's cemented, it's baked on
Eghck! That's based on, the life of a n***a who ain't said nothin'
Trunk tight, trunk white, can't relate if you ain't bled nothin'
Now that there said somethin', don't make me have to dead nothin'
You askin' me to tell you why you n***as never had nothin'
[Verse 3:AK-47]
Smashing doubters on my rhymes
an*lizing synchronizing all the time
f** this beat this ain't mine
I invest true dollar sign
Look, I hope you dont mind my politics
Yall blind
AK-47 R.I.P your mind homicide
Shawty f** me like you hate me
System f**ed up
Fight me pay me
If it ain't like that
Then f** me b**h pay me
Cuz you ain't got no extra cash
Underpants total trash
f** around and I live your a** like that
[Verse 4: Wale]
Folarin back, the hardest out I put us on the map
My eyes low, I keep 5 rolled so my THC be makin' sound effects
We ain't hatin', cause we ain't y'all, too much Ciroc we CB4
62, black on black, see my vehicle is like MEAC ball
Shoutout to Norfolk, kicks from Portland, my hoes from Portsmouth
Y'all nick and dime, if a brick was 'round you might need a forklift
Can't f** with us cause me and my n***as ride
That's right, what up Pusha T, it's DMV for life
Giuseppe Zanotti, I beg your pardon, respiratory full of Nesta Marley
Three something for an after party and Balenciaga, I filled Arenas twice
Tell these motherf**ers get me doe
Iceberg Shorty, mu' f** your Disney store
And remove your words, G double O-D, MMG we good
Got Zamunda furs, don't know how Akeem, but Pusha's semi cold
My n***a Geezy out in VA, I hope you hear these flows
Behind these walls, still in our thoughts, the city know
[Verse 4:AK-47]
Tag system energy on flame
I paid so many dues Im sick of fake bills
Man, f** this game
God show is ugly Im not guilty
Thats why I do my sh** so dirty
Anybody got something to say?!
Who put you to be my gury
Fame & Glory
Can you handle that?
Come on show me
Keep playing your part
And I keep playing my part
Thats why I came apart
Cuz you been stalking me from the start
But as you see and hear Im a star
And Im'a get that house
And Im'a get that car
Never quite cuz I went too far...