Growin Up

[Action Bronson]

“DABBLE IN TRUFFLES”

Spark a seance, Niggas moving packs like crayon

Delicate ray on tap while he gently put the spray on

Turn to Tommy was the ID when i caught the robbery

No more playing lobbies smuggle drugs in bitches bodies

Elegance on the mic corruption chaos man of Steel

The triple goose that we know, foie gras with every meal

A glass of red glass of white glass of pink

6 niggas one bitch and everybody smash and stink

Grab her neck, punch her back, nut one in her shoe

We all went sushi style hoping we don’t catch that flu

Storm the point and overturn thats how this bastard do

Believe in science fuck God ill kill the pastor too

While eating pasta dude, low level prostitute, for money big guns this motherfucker gots to shoot

Marinated for a week, roasted lamb legs

Its Queens nigga the herb smoke is a mandate

Red roses, brown leathers, and black guns

The green money and beige crack attract bums

Fiends fighting for that last wibble  left on the floor

Keeps me dipping in my sock in the back of the store

Flying niggas from overseas to do the hit

Back on the plane the same day movie shit

Got the word they tried to hit me over petty matters

Next scene catch me swinging from the helli ladder

Empty your magazines, shotguns, and rocket launchers, hand grenades, handguns, and fire torches

Off the boat Albanians the one to trust

He had a face, he had hands, It wasn’t us

Take a twisted ride with me through the eyes of a goon

Pussy bring your man with you sending 2 to the tomb