[Verse 1: STS]
History makin', lean as hickory bacon
I'm habanero and Cajun, my temperature tipping Satan
This rap identification for the Afro-Centric Asian
Words to the race relations, f** all you ones who be hating
I'm just rolling up and elevating, prematurely celebrating
Tell a n***a "hell is waiting", I'm in heaven tail-gating
Harry Potter wizardry, Avatar is imagery
Smoking Silverstein haze, call that sh** the givin' tree
Do it for the fans, pray they never John Lennon me
With five hollow points on the back of my white linen tee
Lest I drink bags of the reefer while I'm smoking this Hennessy
Take me to another place, and I ain't talking Tennessee
Tell them b**hes "ven aqui", I got something they should see
There's a party in my pants, its going down from 10-3
Remember I demanded more when n***as reminisce on me
The power in my bros is worth the hoes in your soliloquies
So now I'll crack a Philly D, fill my Philly with givin' tree
As smooth as my delivery, f**ing b**hes with chivalry
Heavy sense of fashion and a God-given ability to murder mice without the use of heavy artillery
Rep that Philly D to GO-L-D to ATL, my n***a T
My n***a Jah, my n***a Schoolly, plus my n***a Young L-E
Handle was in front of me, spit whatever sh** come to me
There's Polo on my eyes but it say Dolce on my dungarees
Ceremony ma**acre master moving harmoniously
Pardon me for knocking your b**hes don't criticize me
Goldy in the flesh, you reds havin any ho you see
You drinking if you got it or not, f** what these rappers preach
Sitting on a happy heap of hundreds, gettin blunted
And the pretty b**hes kick it while their Gs is gettin fronted
Give a f** about who run it, who ran it, n***a goddammit
God, the GOLD is in the building, we a**essing the damage
So could you please
[Hook]
Show me love
Could you please
Show me love
Show me love
[Verse 2]
Take full advantage of this moment
Were rapping on tall opponents
Yeah my name is start with Sugar, like n***a "who want it?"
Spit that flow the doggoneit style, hop on it and drop a bow
Say words is word familiar make a k**in off living vows
The country is tipping cows, while tipping my waiters and child
Post-impressionist flow, full of colors both rich and loud
Their daddy Jamaica-proud, their momma, I'm touching clouds
I'm writing my name in the sky, you know what that sh**'s about
Its money-making, hundred-taking, we going HAM like honey bacon
Rappers eat and tell me aching causing all their constipation
About my green like conservation, yeah, Philly concentrating
Rolling up and contemplating me being a constellation
Peace and bless and salutation, thats on my evaluation
I'm just 'round here raising Hell, nickname should be reformation
Get up on that, rock the party, ATL I gotta shout it
Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik for everybody
Chevy-body, heavy body, til they make a feather body
I be riding old school, run until its raving, shawty
Flow Ducati, pop a wheelie, smoke a L with every human
Best rapper in ATL just ask everyone up in Philly