Take A Look

[Intro: Fuego Base] Take a look now, just take a look What I am today Uh Take a look now, just take a look What I—, what I—, what I— what I— Uh [Verse 1: Fuego Base & Rick Hyde] Just met a cougar broad, that happened to sell Old bitch sellin' pies, like Patti LaBelle I hit the coke lottery and I'm happy as hell I'm from '87 Hip and the addy to hell Forty-six, South Hampton, the baggage in scales My granny rollin' up a blunt, filled while unc' in them sales My dad was dead but wasn't present, they had me to fail I put the hood in all diamonds, by Calvin Mateo Uh, she left with Base and you kind of blue But we can ball up in the city that you tryna view Uh, Mateo got me shinin' too Thе fire behind my name got diamonds too Shock Ricky with thе grabber, got me oriental My feet rooted in the ground, like I'm plantin' fentanyl I bought dawg a CT, I'm tryna start a kennel They won't let me leave Connecticut, like Auriemma Rick, you always welcome, you don't have to call Or I can send enough fet' to make Niagara fall Uh, heads turnin' when we pullin' up Never saw this out of Harvard, they wasn't good enough You niggas don't be in the hood enough I'm 'round the corner from the trap on Google Maps, nigga, pull it up Show me the money, Cuba good in us One time, I stepped on the dope so hard, I fucked my footin' up [Chorus: Uncle Murda] We really got it out the mud, when you see us, salute us If Meech or El Chapo was on there, tryna recruit us Better believe it's stash-boxes in all of our cars Our role models is dead or doin' life behind bars That money callin', like the crack off Pookie in New Jack The plug callin', he got bricks, he know we can still move that That money callin', like the crack off Pookie in New Jack The plug callin', he got bricks, he know we can still move that [Verse 2: Loprofile] My youngin had an epi' and felt him detain it (The deuce) The CEO want the question, he failed to explain it (Fuck wrong with you, nigga?) We hit like you expect, every shell, if you aim it Don't entertain it, we connectin' your health with your language (Watch your tone, nigga) The tourist and the tie, ho, they tour up the castle (Found the hammer) Get cousin by the deuce, they recorded the convo (Smash, listen) We beefin' over chicken, who ordered the combo? A four or five digit reward for the hom-o (homicide) [Verse 3: Benny The Butcher] I pull this whip up in the driveway, I'm assurin' she'll swallow (Positive) I'm boardin' in Cabo, but landin' in Florida tomorrow, nigga Ten bricks, just landed, took four to Chicago (Like six left) I'm watchin' Fred Van Fleet on the floor, in Toronto (Huh) Dope in the pyrex and it's turnin' beige (Turnin' beige) Them heaters near us, but I watch for evil spirits, got me burnin' Sage (Damn) My OG told me "Never reply to them people" (Fuck 'em) 'Cause no pigeons won't never fly high as no eagle (Hmm, it's Butch) [Chorus: Uncle Murda] We really got it out the mud, when you see us, salute us If Meech or El Chapo was on there, tryna recruit us Better believe in stash-boxes in all of our cars Our role models is dead or doin' life behind bars That money callin', like the crack off Pookie in New Jack The plug callin', he got bricks, he know we can still move that That money callin', like the crack off Pookie in New Jack The plug callin', he got bricks, he know we can still move that