Like we landed in heaven n***a/......
No g5's, g7's n***a/......
High places no reverend with us!!!!/.......
Stainless steel for whoever meddling with us/.......
~if it wasn't for the way a n***a wrote it would you note it
Yup i was 16 and the shoulder was the coldest even though this north face hold heat like it tote it mike vic with the pen catcha bullet when i throw it/
You pull but yourdon't throw it like you throwing out ya shoulder
Ain't a damn thing change that I'm older/
Order cahmpagne, roll doja, turn up till they call popes over/
To the fights with dominicanoes, to the laughs with italianoes/
Ya know, I'm in the town though, I'm in the mix like cake and brown dope
~still a block boy, round the clock boy/
Lines and bars like stocks boy/
I do not play, i will not toy this is not joy i get a shot boy? i got it/