[Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren]
Still in the spin like baggage claim, a savage aim
My n***as had the cane so you know we had to gain
sh**, we could of had the game, f** it I'm good though
All I need's a hot plate, wife, and a good ho
I'll k** you with a block of ice and melt the evidence
You wasn't sh**, me doing that is like benevolence
The fly sh** I block can give life to dead presidents
Blow a few stacks and have 'em run up in your residence
See blacks, browns been eatin' sea ba** oscar
Lookin' like my family reunion
Now we sippin' wine like we takin' communion
God bless
No confusion Lord we understand all
Never politic with polic my n***a stand tall
Corduroys all lookin' like our fathers
Soak up sopping, came through holding revolvers
Half my leg covered in suede, I stay paid
Got fam in the county of Dade, I'm from New York though
Talk low, eagle hawk flow, can talk though
He sport low, ancient changed i'm still maneuvering
[Verse 2: Conway]
The MAC or the AK which blicka to use
f** it the desert eagle, 4-5th what I choose
Even though the 5th got a little kick when it boom
But I'm used to this sh**, I be blickin and smooth
Lift up your roof, bust a n***a when I'm grippin' this tool
k** every beat I'm on, I consistently do you
Said you sick as me
That don't make sense to me dude
Cause I been nice since elementary school
Lyrically- who f**in' with me?
I ain't make it on the list, but it's cool
Every verse I write is like a brick of some food
I'm descended, removed industry dudes
The n***as that dress like b**hes
And the n***as that figure it's cool
They like Machine, none of these n***as official as you
Cause the sh** I rap about is the sh** that I do
In real life, if I green light it, missiles gettin' through
f** up out of my way, let my n***as get through
Motherf**er