[Intro] Right, all week and shit uh Check, check, (turn my level up), check (one time) check
[Verse 1: Kirk Knight] Ok, vanity and insanity gives me my fuckin peace of mind Shootin ten millimeters of thoughts, thats just my peace of mind Give me mine, I gotta go, I gotta eat, I gotta shine This is my generation, confederation see through lies Treaties of BB bread me bean bc beegee of fuji water, fuck you coming from? Dickhead man, you fuckin up, militant or long shot give me bread then I play my part And apparently parently until I see through dark To the playground, dont play on grounds until my kingdom comes And if your body is a temple than let that kingdom come So check if hell freeze over, then were all over Niggas shootin down the range in a Range Rover, Heroin in a range rover (rover) and its all over Check
[Verse 2: Capital STEEZ] Tell me what they want from me? Fuck that shit roll up the trees Life ain't nothing but a lucid dream, but I must admit I could use the cheese King Capital, seen so many colors got black thoughts In a psych ward with a mic cord they can't say nothing to him so they backing off So I snuck in the room like an elephant, you can't hide the truth thats evident Take a puff just to find out where heaven is, theres the stuff grind for the smell of it Giving the cops, a reason to stop, not the 47, not the beams and the gloccs Third eye wide gonna aim for the top I made that shit from the cream of the crop
[Hook] They just mad, cause I'm the nigga that they wanna be, be, be, be, be This for all the chicks thats even try to front on me, me, me, me, me, me, me Middle finger to the niggas makin fun of me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me This for all my niggas that be eatin' buns and cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese
[Verse 3: Ala Sole] I said peace to the gods, you know we be cruisin on that highway Shorty said that Im a big mac, I'll have it my way Woah, lets not take it so slow, come to the crib and get with a pro I'm kickin the flows that I pick like a fro Keep it on swank cause thats how we roll How we pose, to kill these tracks, I dont even know My rhymes all dope, white snow for noses The four for poses, who fake the showbiz I go nuts, so you niggas roasted Young King Tut, pharoah to most men My fly is golden, my eyes is open Shorty whats the deal, can I get open? I interscope it I spit so raw, I live in the stars We chillin on Mars, the kings of New York Spaceborne Boy,, I shine like bald spots Came through we on top, you niggas is all shocked I ball by the way my john stocks, can't front on the kid So you niggas need to fall back, I rip the cages My savage greatest, never trust hoes these dimes two faced If you dont know this back to basics, we run this rap shit No need for racing, face it, no competition could pace this Young prophets we bless ya graces, from broke to cakin We eating good, Flatbush to the world, you niggas shook Yo Fly come through with another hook Leave them on death row like a nigga suge
[Verse 4: CJ Fly] Trying to be a star so when I'm sad I light I'm satisfied, they just sad its fly I might not be the first to class if I, Don't rationalize with the hands of time Spittin every last new line Feeling like I'm the last in line. Pay your respect and know that the cash is fine. Mind racing, feeling like the flash inside. The pro Saucy got it by the gram. Became the man by popular demand. We fried and still poppin in ya/ja pan, You shoulda known that I would have had flows damn What you waitin for? I'm taking off, if you take too long It ain't my loss, if we ain't involved, ain't my fault I don't got time to waste on broads, Bombard every time I drop these bomb bars These calm chords when I drop they want me like concords I morph whenever they taking time off, But when its time for it my suit gone be Tom Ford, Oh, Lord. Need dope shit, my crews your fix, Could you see us when we choose to shift These gangters stay dumping just like what we do with clips I admit my doobie boobie and my doobie do be thick
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