i didn't fall from heaven
it's like attica '67 when they
but promote yo'selves that's what they told me
involved but unconcerned fuck beef when it dissolve it does not return
stagnate nor move off-beat
so discrete very rarely do i move on feet
i rough-ride twin rugers on the sides of my seats
bodies left on both sides of the streets
i blacks out never blind by the size of the image
homocide don't rely forensic
scrambling caught in the scrimmage
12 shells ricocheting and it pours from the hemorrhage
get the casket embalm and forget the bastard for moving backwards
new york's number one draft pick
get money burn a lot of smokes
when it's time to sleep with the fishes i supply the boat
'cuz don't nothing scare me worse than dying broke
iron poking on my ribs while i'm laying in a taurus
i live this shit y'all just performers
i seen thugs turn informers
crooked cops run in the crib
got a female lawyer and she fucking the judge
that you reap what you sow
the scent of weed always seep in your clothes
it's quiet money so we speaking in codes
like a ginszu blade nigga
and get y'all out the game
but can you make a hot song?
like biggie said you're dead wrong
need to get your flow tight
gotta get your head strong
the way we floss up in coat lockers
like what? who the fuck gon' stop us?
y'all wait until the summer
when this fucking album drop us
because y'all flows outdated
you finished as an artist and i finally made it
in this game patiently waited
all year 'round i stay hot
ride thru you're block in that grey drop
the head is all i aim for
what you think i came for?
cut you open like a chainsaw
and now you're your man is like
what y'all said his name for?