[Verse 1: Memphis Bleek & Benny the Butcher]
Bleek, I bring it right to your boss, n****
You? You, I send to the store, n****
And tell you "Keep the change"
You know I do my thang
You n***** talkin' cocaine and never moved a thing
You ain't never touched snow in a blizzard, n****
We done cut more birds up than Thanksgiving, n****
Twenty years later, still in position, n****
That D'usse flowin' like the Pacific, n****
I ain't from Cali, but all the watches is blue faced
I made a bag this week, and it's only Tuesday
[?], the fact you talkin' to a boss
We been puttin' up plaques, my whole team floss
Porsche 718, came with a paper plate
Tuxedo— black, lookin' like I already ate
The monеy change, me— I'm off the projеct bench
I catch a n**** slippin' at his side chick crib
The livest one out Bed–Stuyvesant
I'll light your world up, if I fire this gun
I retired that, you should be admirin' son
I got the game, though, you should be inquirin' some
I put you onto shit, n***** used to tell me I can't do
In the mansion now, tellin' myself that they ain't you
Little n**** from Brooklyn, but look where I took it
They said I'd be dead or in and out Central Bookin'
They got it right, I'm in and out the country full of bookin'
Type to tell you ride or slide but know all about us in Brooklyn
I been to every place n***** told me I can't go
[?] yo, he been rockin' my chain, yo
That's word to mother, never heard that they played Bleek
Spotify, Tidal only way you could play Bleek
Maybe on Apple, never The Big Apple
'Cause I'll get at you (My n****, Bleek)
My n***** will clap you (Yo, yeah)
[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher & Smoke DZA]
They see this Rollie and they know we pitchin' (Know we is)
Like they can tell I got it out a glass pot in a smoky kitchen (Smoky kitchen)
Let me teach you what your OG didn't (C'mere), don't be timid
You like the cashier at Chick-fil-A, you owe me chicken (Hahaha)
So much work, I give a brick away and don't be trippin' (I'm cool)
So many blocks, I give a strip away and don't even feel it (I'm cool)
Fuck talkin', you gotta show me digits (Show me the money, n****)
I'm the plug, they'll probably tap you, if they know we kick it (Damn)
Got my family out the trenches, n****
I had to stack and put traps where it's Family Dollars and Rent-A-Centers
Got a cannon on me like Philip Rivers (Brrt)
When I fan it, enough blood spilled from n***** to fill a river (Agh)
When your favorite rapper had me goin' to sleep (They had me goin' to sleep)
Butch was crashin' through them beats like a Category 3 (Just like a Category 3) (Uh)
That's why Def Jam pay us, I'm like old James Harden
I'm like twenty-four Kobe with the left hand layup (Ah) (Riiight)
Butch, ah
[Verse 3: Smoke DZA]
Told the lil' homie "Stay patient" (Stay down)
When the price spike, I call back home, and got it shakin' (Right)
Box trucks to hit the pavement
You thinkin' for Amazon, nah, I got 'em to move plates in
We D-boys, hit B'more for the Ravens
My old head'll drive five states, he a great friend
Gettin' to the money, an anomaly at it (Uh-huh)
My only issue's makin' sure it properly packaged (Uh)
I put the plan together like The Abbot
How we roll on 'em, drop bows on 'em, Randy Savage (Really)
If I don't know you, then you need a referral
Every crevice in every city, I done travelled the world (Uh)
N****, you seen it through the window like you Ms. Pearl (Uh)
You ain't never leave the block you had to sit still (Right)
I own all the masters, got a rich deal (Really)
When Shipes threw the alley-oop, I caught a windmill
DZA
