The Stick Up

[Verse 1]

The tangible goods, that's all I'm interested in

Bronsolini and I'm better than the best of them

With the power vested in me, '93 on the vest with the ski

The watch spin perpetually, time for compensation

Babies need shoes, Bronson keep pounds of weed only three brews

Long jackets, curly hair like I'm Hebrew

Fabric with the green ink had been the root of evil

Gotta get it on the late night, sun rise

Ain't never trynna see the look of sorrow in my son's eyes

What about a refill of the ganja when the blunt dies

New Yorker Mangold see me playing on the front lines

Two sixty, five-eight, the beard gumbo

Three pointers in the park for a clean hundo

Cream Caddies, hookers in the back of it

Spectacular shit, the resume immaculate

[Hook]

Better have my money

Quit the bullshit, it's a stick up

Better have my money

Quit the bullshit, it's a stick up

[Verse 2]

Yo, vicious chowder

Asian bitches sniffin' powder

Bronsolene catch me creepin' at the sicko hour

992 is scripted on the balance

Got talent, but all we really love is valence

Laid in the palace like a sultan

Polo on my back cover the Carhartt king

And that's for certain, hung like a curtain

Pussies get the drapes

Motherfucker know you in the Planet of the Apes shit

Dusty bottles from a cellar in a foreign land

Dr. Lecter, digging in your sister's rectum

Sweetbreads and capers, Martusciello to evade the danger

But I really wanna taste the paper

Golden bars from the treasury, spit cleverly

I'll leave it neverly, lappin' in the Beverly

Deadly medley, mashing on the pedal, B

Light on my complexion but I'm heavy on the celery

[Hook]