[Intro: Royce Da 5'9"] Ayo, get Frank the Butcher on the phone. Tell him it's in style to be a lyricist again. Tell him I'm fresh as fuck. Get FILA on the phone. Tell 'em I'm fresh as fuck. Let's collab
[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"] All these Larry Hoover comparisons They all foolish, they untrue and they too common Me? They'll probably mummify me With my penis still erect like Tutankhamun They say that I'm out of my noodle while I'm freestylin' Cause I come off the roof with rhymin' Make money very fast, so fast I gotta bury cash I'm Nicky Barnes in Barneys Wishin' I had 50 arms so I could carry bags Ask around, ho, I'm lowkey wacko Ask if I'm OG, I answer back like OG Maco Niggas askin', "Why'd you did that underground album?" I ask, "What you ask for?" Matter of fact, so what? My style is art I might drop this PRhyme shit, then say, "Fuck an album" Start lunchin' and drop a couple cold cuts À la carte I got a good life, man, we rich and they're broke They get bread, the knot in my pocket the size of Dej Loaf We live, we ride, them 850is We love to call a pair of FILAs them FILAs
[Interlude] Old school, syllables, cadences, wordplay Part 2 - New York City: Nov. 13, 2014
[Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"] Underground cash, grassroots M6 White rag roof, the backlash of the fastest rapper's big enough To double the size of the asscrack on Shaq Fu Truth, spaz rap, sick with it, I spit shit in a class blackbooth Head-to-toe clad in a Hazmat suit You talk shit on the internet, then you disappear, hashtag poof Bad back, gat bust, weird niggas be clapped up And smeared all over the fuckin' atmosphere And that means everything that you type in all caps must Be clear from your laptop, screen, even your at must fear On the road to riches like G Rap Except this road is made of golden roses and this is the victory lap What I spit is so visually dope That when they hear me they image me sober But they picture the relapse Your favorite rappers's least favorite rapper... Wait, I'll elaborate I'm the reason why their release date is backed
[Outro] Wait, wait, whoa, please grab my keys, my niggaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
