[Verse 1: Hardo + Deezlee ]
I'm in a way different class than niggas
Way past these niggas
Old soul, I'm a classic nigga
There's a way different side of the game
Different size of the chain
Bread the lawyers for the case [?]
You nigga still getting fooled by the masses, But enough of ya'll
I buffed it off, this Rolex no custom job
These diamonds in this watch was placed by god
Embrace my ARDS, prayed I saw
Face to face seen the dope heads nod
He the loudest in the club, he on top of thе table
He ain't evеn worth a dub, better sit down nigga
I've squozed triggers, big bag I've blown figures
Fore I link with Longway I made the MAPA
Even if I never rapped I'd still be up today
With a 100 million stacks I'd still be up the way
I can hand a nigga racks he'd still be in the way
I can give a nigga game he still ain't seeing it straight
Niggas hating when you ball, they wanna see you deflate
She ain't ride the whole bit, but wanna be at the gate
Grown man by my P.O want me to be in the 8
And if I end up around some liquor then it's back to upstate
These crackers really lost their fucking mind
They gave my cousin all that fucking time
No I ain't perfect but I swear I'm trying
Cus I miss you, know your spirit flying
Wore shoes was too big, but we would share the size
Now I put on Dior chucks just to exercise
Press on file for my niggas that's still stuck in side
I'm on live with a 100k that's how I ride
For the love of the streets a nigga could've died
[Verse 2: DeezLee]
I fell stupid for that senseless beefin'
I couldn't even tell myself the reason
Its either die or you hit the precinct
My mindset start to change as recent
Cuz I ain't tryna lose the gift of breathin'
I ain tryna lose the gift of freedom
Shit I just did a sentence
Sometimes I think about drillin' and I'm a contradiction
I ain't see it no other way like I was one dimension
Street shit became my one decision
I'm cut different, I'm not one incision
Shit I was forced to hustle
I started out at 14 and I became accustomed
From that ball I flipped a quarter back I wasn't Russell
By 16 I done stocked a duffel
When you a pro you hardly check your consc-
When you know you hardly think you're wrong
I ain't give myself a chance, I thought that I belonged
I could've been more that a street nigga all along
I been through all the storms
If I did it and it's worthless then it wasn't worth it
I used my hustle in the wrong did it defeat its purpose?
I'm demonic did I meet a serpent
I served fiends before God I guess I am a servant
[Verse 3: Benny the Butcher]
Wanted to play in the NFL but could'nt make it in it
So thank God that the plug showed us favoritism (I'm thankful)
I'm not impressed wit' you niggas, too much plagiarism (Uh uh)
I'm kinda like Dame to niggas cuz we keep the Blazers with us
I went from poverty to selling autographed scales as novelty
The streets had to father me, but that don't bother me
Obviously I'm stacking this blue money like Monopoly
Honestly, spent a quarter on jewelry before property (I ain't perfect )
All of the the time I used to order a nine
Blood and money don't mix but coke and water is fine
Short on you clientele, that's what you callin' a grind? (Fuck you doin')
I took this BSF shit and turned water to wine ( Big game nigga)
Black messiah but this trap inspired (trap inspired)
Every bitch I had to fire see my whip and wanna flat the tire (What I do to you?)
Move a 100 keys now that's a diet (diet)
Right when the critics said rap was dyin', I set the East back on fire
Butcher nigga
