Criminals; they say that's who we are We get shot on the block just for spitting some rhymes n***a, words really do have a meaning And d** have a way to evoke a new feeling So judge me for being who I want to be Right from Manhattan, dressed in Supreme So yeah I got purp haze and I got cream So please shut the f** up, get off my dick Perez said "Get them" so I got them And now I got steeze and they're all aplauding Put me on a stage I re position all my rage Liberating every single note been ever caged Can not handle half of me Wishing for a day I'm finding bigger checks So come between me and my future and you're absurd I'm the biggest motherf**er since Pharrell to hit the page And I am never going to hold my tongue for sh** Cause I don't talk sh** And I spit fresh And I blow dank Color the canvas in my mind with beautiful pictures Who dropped a new beat n***a that's mine Dressing the haze in a french cigar Don't want to stay here so I'm flying off Phisycs is phisycs but f** gravity Got a blunt and a label and I'm taking lead And I'm doing me while you sit on your a** With Luanne by my side sitting in the first cla** Land in New York, drink syrup get throwed Call my dudes up, but I'm moving kind of slow And it's no problem how I rock that stage Set a record better flip the yellow page Everybody on the street who knows me wants to f** me so they can all have my last name Goddamn Chill motherf**er The ladies on the streets know I'm trill motherf**er And I work for the money, get bills motherf**er Hip hop is dead but I'm real motherf**er