Yeah, uh huh, yo, yeah Uh, Meyhem, Holly, you funky bitches I wish you would I wish you would Check, Get 'em Mey, go 'head Yo I wake up in text messages and tricolored necklaces A semi-automatic got me ready for the recklessness shit Ain't nothin' smooth in this life, it's like the record skips I keep the toes playin' close, flutter with extra clips Composing Dime rap, sippin' on some Cognac Wide awake, never been fake, ready for combat Evolution I'm enhanced, take a glance, I'm too advanced The niggas ain't feelin' my style, but they respectin' my stamps That's aight though, play the background and just observe People wave, my people swerve, from the tropics to the curb From the precincts to the prisons, never ever said a word Ain't no snitchin' in my circle, even if we didn't fuck with you I'd rather take an L and help Paulie catch a W Shit that seems to trouble you, I'm doin' my thing Silk shirts and somethin' far away with medallions that swing For my niggas up top in the box playin' the bing Countin' days till they touch back home, ready to sling Standing on the couches while we drinkin' out the bottle Queens get the money, long time, but still the motto Might have see me up in Diamond Cabaret in Colorado Rockin' low, choppa blow, lock and load, my Glock explode New Balance supports Trump and Jordan supports prison I'm still rockin' both, cause fashion distorts vision Every week is fashion week, Queens niggas flashin' mink Queens niggas blastin' heat, weak niggas ask to eat White and black Chuck Taylors, black socks and I'm back poppin' Snapchat and slapboxin', is that stoppin'? Herring bone on my neck, I'm never home, I left Nike ACG, go with dome when I step, order forms when I rap I buy pennies off of Nicks, $5 bags, $300 kicks In that 500 Benz Or maybe I cop a six Prick, I'm in that new Dodge Charger with The spaceship lights Appetite for destruction, bitch I ate shit twice bullets runnin' through you like prune juice You fuck around, I let the goons loose You in the tomb, oops You had an accident, you ain't comin' back again There's never a dull moment, I got married in Vegas and then I got in a moment through the desert to Reno, we out the casino I lost a sports car and craps, play roulette with a rack got it back On black, sip a yak, tell the waitress bring me Coke and Jack And don't spike my shit with the devil's breath Yellow gold condoms in my treasure chest swade shoes, silk scarf and a leather vest Handcuffs and a knife that can sever flesh Don't sleep or you'll get put to rest Niggas will run up in your crib, get your kid I ain't a hairdresser but I split your wig And I thought you were religious, that's why I'm at your temple with the gun for the digits Head shot, turn your brain into tidbits Yeah, I got that gun in your temple Now your brains look like the soup of the day, Lentil My shooter come spray with the gauge Like a South Bronx Puerto Rican lady of rage rich like she got the cure for AIDS My shooter come spray with the gauge Like a South Bronx Puerto Rican lady of rage rich like she got the cure for AIDS My shooter come spray with the gauge Like a South Bronx Puerto Rican lady of rage rich like she got the cure for AIDS Apartment in Detroit House in Vallejo You can never lay high Music