Taking Pictures

[Verse 1: Red cafe]

The money on the wood, The "B" on the hood

So what I talk I live, Let it be understood

The smell is so good, Presidential on the street

You know a nigga never put a pencil on a beat

Spring fresh, At the spring fest

Perfect attendence motherfucker, We bling best

Huh, This a bossed up king set

Is r Cain, Loso and my mane Freck

Can't be cloned, I rise like baked flour

Can't be stoned, I'm high as the Sear's Tower

Live by the code, Ride don't dare cowar

24 straight hours, I'm Jack Bauer

Punish the block, With the milk white powder

Enough water to give the burrough a light shower

Enough hammers grip grip, And cause thunder

I'm just here to get the bread, I ain't talkin Wonder

But the feds takin pictures of me

Da lean like it's on syrup, Need a picture of me

I'm so Brooklyn, I scream aper-pay

I'm so Flatbush, I'm labor day

I'm the pie baker, I'm doin cakes today

I'm gettin rid of the weight, I'm Ricky Lake today

It's the fidda didda dam on ya cam

Murda a make dem boys blam

[Verse 2: Fabolous]

I wasn't one that'll flash em, I rather buck em

Most niggas a stash em, I rather tuck em

I either CL class em, Or Rover truck em

Den drive right past em like motherfuck em

See the game likes wall street

I watch the ups and downs like stock betters

I'm Velveeta with it, Still gettin block cheddar

I'm with the rock shredders, Glock outta the box getters

Come through like Katrina, They call em the block wetters

Blah Blah, Thanks to the rock setters

I'm shinin, Reclinin on this Maybech's leather

I'm in the Rich Yung mock sweater, block letters

Nike airs croc leather, Who rocks better

Ask Greg Street bout the Las Veg suite

The presidential joint with the Ronald Reg sheets

They either throw salt, Or think it's nutmeg sweet

So I keep the heat where the stomach and the legs meet

It's Loso Croft, You can call me Tomb Raider

We break in homes, We the livin room raiders

Snatch wifey, Come back for groom later

Throw in the back of the van like she on room raiders

Ha Ha, The rookie niggas pay homage

The bitches throw the box at me like vonage

The 4 horsemen, Arm, Ole, Flair, Tully

Niggas this fully, Ski mask ya skully

[Verse 3: Paul Cain]

I'm a Rich Yung boss, Gettin money is my occpation

My net worth numbers look like China's population

I'm a hustla by blood nigga not relations

Stutta gang, Cain put a stop to ya operation

Stop debatin, I'm one of the hardest bar for bar

Constantly splurtin and I could match the dealers car for car

Nigga the god a star, Shinin like a?

Some niggas marked with scars, Ya'll know who the gods are

But me I ride different, I ain't with the dry snitchin

I ain't like these guys bitchin ship jumpin and side switchin

I keep live fish and all of my grind pies flippin

I'm bout a dollar, I stress it in every rhyme written

Some niggas try trippin, walkin drive by grippin

Keep the 4-5 clippin, Never catch high and slippin

The kind of boss you might die if you try stickin

Same dude dat tried 2 hit n everytime miss me

I'm untouchable, Teflon bitch

See me comin through, You betta strap ya vest on qiuck

The rumor is, Gassed up on sum Exon shit

Not at all, Take a shot at paul teks gon spit

[Verse 4: Freck Billionaire]

I'm West Philly Freck, Yes I rock the best ice

I lay my trap down like I'm tryin to catch mice

And you would think I went to fly skool

I'm fresh man like the 1st year of high school

Foreign vehicles, Yes I could get em homes

2 of everything, Yes I get em cloned

Ya meet ya maker if you play with my checks

Testerosa, Testaverde man I play in them jets(Freck)

I fuck dime bitches, I'm a dime pitcher

My Andre Agassi's older than ya prom picture

I take it back, Got the barkley's with the strap

Red nose pit, Shit barkin with the strap

Work in the hood, Lone sharkin with the crack

I stay away from known snitches narcin in the trap

Niggas getiin tats tryin 2 make they faces scary

I shoot ya tear drop nigga, Like Jason Terry

6-4 Chevy, Jus got it laced in cherry

Red wheels too, Don't bring no hatin near me

To keep it real, I'm just glad to be here

Ya'll frown on the ground, We laugh in the Lear

Niggas throw shade at us cause they mad at the glare

Ya hear clappin like the Hova show at madison square

Yea this how I eat now, See they got to pay homes

I make my change in the booth, I'm like a pay phone

I'm a slim thug, The bossman fellas

Ya'll nigga like L.A., Ya'll loss and jealous

Check it the ver 2, My phone cost 11 thou

You betta warn a brother like Kevin Lowes

You lookin at a nigga who den sold cane

I put the purple in the air like soul plane

Rap niggas thinkin like damn, What kinda lane he in

Switch the black card from plastic 2 titanium

I spit the "A" class lines, They spit "B" shit

Spit that "B" shit, Ya never gon be shit

See how I "C" shit, I bone with the "D' shit

Got plenty bitches down in Philly on that "E" shit

I say "F" niggas cause I'm on sum "G" shit