[Verse One: Emilio Rojas] Everybody swore that last year was mine, everything was lined up Thought that I would sign to MMG and join the line up Thought that I would go to Universal out with Nigel Hit me and then he acted all b**hy but never mind ‘em I went to Violator, took a couple meetings Started f**ing with Chris Lighty ‘cause he could see it And we were working with ‘em on this tape that we releasing Then he took his own life the day that we were supposed to meet up Rest in peace, rest in peace, I’mma get it For the simple fact that a legend’ll believe I’mma get it ‘cause me winning’s the only way I’mma grieve And this year, all my people gon’ eat And they gon’ see that I’m the best in my era, the best in this era You dickriders really that impressed with this era? There hasn’t been a cla**ic album yet in this era Matter of fact, I don’t have any respect for this era On my second pa**port with no deal, I’m so real I tell you hoes how a duffle bag of dough feel And this year, I want a hundred grand a show Yeah, I’m about to call up Mitch, I see him and I let him know That the show price rising, verse price rising Shining so much that I ain’t gotta buy diamonds Brighty on my wrist and I ain’t even f**ing wind it So I check my phone if you ask me what the time is I been to Paris, been to London, been to Barcelona I lost some family to guns, some to carcinoma I lost some family to greed and ambition And I lost a lot of money paying for my ex tuition But the only thing she learned is I will not be burned Went from telling her “I love you†to “give the homie a turnâ€, right? I’m not concerned with your lists or your ratings ‘Cause rappers gotta die ‘fore you say that they the greatest So we be getting high, lying low What you consider living, we thinking is dying slow You be chasing women I ain’t even tryna know Over vixens, over hoes, some b**hes overexposed Now I’m sitting on a flight out, living in the night And the minute that I land, I’m hitting women in the Heights For the right amount of money, homie, any wrong is right And I ain’t never ran away from a fight, hell no I’m from the murder capital of New York State Where they don’t murder for capital, they murder for play, right? I ain’t patient, I don’t never stay and wait And my guilt and loyalty, they got an expiration date, yeah [Break] [Verse Two: Emilio Rojas] Young and Latin, bringing the back of the map in With a lot of my people up out of the evil They riding around in the Aston with the cash all in the back end With a bad chick with an accent and I been in the middle Of getting and never again am I never gon’ have sh** No shame, no regret and I’ve never been living in debt And I’ve never been given respect and I’ve never been willing to bend Or bid to pretend to getting ahead and get into bed with them In the hopes to getting the dough to give them my rent I turn my drug dealer friends into art dealers And I’m the king, kiss the ring, you could start kneeling And we be in the f**ing city, cars squealing Off in the convertible Beamers that got the hard ceiling Yo, f** a rubber, I’mma feel her when I bang her out I’m saving money, I’m investing in my back account I’m in Caracas in the Winter, I be tanning now While all you b**hes do is stand around And I ain’t never going broke, I’m never going broke Once my lady get that Birkin, she ain’t never going coach f** a yes man, all we ever say is no Ain’t no stopping us when everything a go, yeah