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—

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[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