[Hook]
I put my n***as on
Don't let us in our zone
Frozone where my suit b**h
Time for airborne
Anymore challengers
I got time for couple more
Swear we riding with them tapeworms
Stay hungry for more
[Verse 1]
Yup I got my mind I got my style I feel I'm doing right
Please don't trip I don't like that sh** I must bid you good night
1993 a product of the early 90's
When n***as was riding with kid n play to the house partys
Bruh bruh
Yo bruh
Breh what you been thinking
If you contemplating spitting
I must if yo heart in it fore I f** with it
I mean if the beat nice
The gravy good but I don't know about that white rice
Plain ol delivery that nursery rhyming
Boom bap
Ain't heard of consistency
He walk up they be like who is that
Till my grandpa get them vinyls spinning
Only thing that got me feeling got me feeling got me feeling like
[Hook]
I put my n***as ooooooonnnn
Don't let us in our zone
Frozone where my suit b**h
Time for airborne
Anymore challengers
I got time for couple more
Swear we riding with them tapeworms
Stay hungry for more
[Verse 2]
Yup The beat loud
It knocking awful hard
Bet the neighbors know I'm dope
They can hear it through the walls
As for the cash fall plotting for dead commander n chiefs
Give the dream a pledge of allegiance
We be staying on our feet though
Find the target then we go
Forward must be so hard for these
Settling people
My n***a do what you need to
Cause only God can judge you anyway
But still some of these lames still tryna role play
The games designs so
Only dopest survive though
The challenge is so provoking though
It's making my eyes glow
Get in my frozone
Flow fresher than a Ziploc air tight sealed
Crisp hundred dollar bill oh
[Hook]
I put my n***as ooooooonnnn
Don't let us in our zone
Frozone where my suit b**h
Time for airborne
Anymore challengers
I got time for couple more
Swear we riding with them tapeworms
Stay hungry for more