They can't f** with us n***a
Drewski!
Ridin on these n***as, they already know what it is and what we about
What we about n***a?!
Cipha Sounds what's up n***a, yeah
[Verse 1: Drewski]
Regardless the rain or snow, sleet or hail
I kick street tales
Meet the devil when I see hell
And by a state[?]
Pullin your fate in the palm of my hands
Blow you away if you ain't part of the fam
The realest n***a in the game
Tattoos cover my pain
Eyes closed still holdin my aim
Sweatsuit, gold rolly and chain
Dope dealer sh**
Black fist, on him[?] Hussein
That's k**er sh**
Street n***a, speak for the crooks
Give me feminine looks
co*ks**a I'm the king of the brook[?]
Dress like I'm in a video--Pop!--
f** the whole radio--Pop!--
f** these other n***as that they ride for the city though
[Verse 2]
Henny, white, no ice
Eat only five-star caviar
No jobs given
In the ride an Apple Macintosh
Tay[?] connection
Second-guessing get your melon caved in
Then we celebratin
Hit your shorty while he level playin[?]
Do it for the streets n***a
Do it for the tweets
I'm a corner-store n***a
I just rap off[?] to beef
Raise the hurt, leave em double dead
I'm a bubble head
I never listen to nothin my mother said
Poppy like Camacho
Boxin, duckin vanachos[?]
Watch[?] me call me guapo
Pockets fatter than sauco[?]
The weed: color purple
Beat the p**y like Harpo
Deadly with the manos
I'll give you all a pistaco[?]
[Verse 3]
Fo-wheel drive with the piece on me
Coke boys got in lots with the streets homie
They frontin live with a weak omen
Whole chicken broke down, move that less than a week homie
Courtside seats bought my own whistle
Three-quarter mink, bad to the bone gristle
When your team up, n***as wanna ball with you
No hammer but I bet you got them hoes with you
Bald-head no lockout, go hard no cop out
Just watch your back then jump out
Boys gon hop out
High-school dropout, figured how to get it on the stove
Pull up to my old school with the drop out
[Verse 4 Troy Ave]
Dope boy swag to the max
Troy Ave mof**a and I'm dealin with facts
Not made[?] for TV, but I'm on TV
J-Ro[?] the deep[?], mof**a you see me
Self-made, self-paid, that's boss
Twitter DM's from the boy Rick Ross
No contract but I deal
Cocaine, still sh** real, I am ill
Count on my Bendo's[?]
Got it off lend though
New York City
To[?] the big homies my hand do[?]
Adidas deal, I have never been checked
Show me my respect or get shown Wally[?] wet[?] motherf**ers
[Verse 5 Mack Wilds]
Yeah, it's Mack
There ain't a n***a that you know more thorough than this
It's a shame, cuz a singer k**in' her more than ya b**h
Bust off and let the hot barrel sit on her lips, heh
And that's just me up on some ignorant sh**
I got a couple motherf**ers gettin rich as a b**h
As I put my city back with the music and sh**
Guess I'm the
Most imitated
Grammy-nominated
Hotel accommodated
Cheerleader prom dated
I put my city on my back, I'm never overrated
The young Samo, loading up all his ammo
Vandalize every time Cipha put me on f**in wax
Catchin bodies, TV now on the f**in track
[Verse 6]
Ayo, a few ways out of the hood
I think about it while I'm ravelin 'woods
The haze round, but I'd rather the kush
I get it soft, I was grabbin the cook
Fresh off the block to this rap
That's a real good look
And I just had a brand new kid
I need money for some diapers and a brand new crib
Being broke, this sh** hurt like a brand new bid
That's why I cut the dope twice and I'm still in the biz, n***a, uh
Eything; real sh**
f**in with the boy for
Real flint[?], keep my circle tight
Cuz they'll swell[?] quick
n***as stylin
Guns on us be wilin
Resorts in the island
The belts is Italian