[Verse 1] Straight out the golden era, the only fellow who know the craft d**h poet, locked in a dark room with a photograph Revenge karma, blood stains and broken gla** Speeding off the scene of a drive-by, the stolen Jag Shooter, wait til the train pa**, blow the mag Couldn't hear the shots, they shot him under the overpa** White collar criminal, mad dollar, just know the math Check buster, leaving your bank account on overdrive Competition numerous, find em funny, throwing trash Laughin at these rappers on tracks, them n***as know the laugh Work out regiment, work excellent, show the abs Wooly peps, 3P side step, throw the jab Drink easy, Jesus, God bless me, I'm sober fast Alcohol level the same level that Noah had Street knowledge scholar, academics that no one has School of Hard Knock, I'm the principle, you should go to cla** [Verse 2] This New York rap, subway riders, what blue New York has Eat a bagel, pissed on a platform and cross tracks Only thing I need is a quarter to take your girl black it But a number to the payphone, tell her to call back Stick up kid, stuck up the number, running for 4 stacks Left him with a Penny like the Magic when they lost Shaq One way ticket to hell but I'mma walk back I could battle Satan in hell, somebody call Smack Product of environments, call that power of combat Defeat of a home invasion, stand on your welcome doormat Contract k**er who quick to put out a contract Put more bands on yo head than that LeBron had Bullets that explode in your nervous system on contact The whip open up from the top like a Newport pack Freedom fighting, balance it, AK with the arms strapped You ain't nice lyrically, seriously you should fall back