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/