Pieces

[Chorus: Dom Kennedy]

She want a piece

This ain't surface-level, underneath

If I shoot my shot, then it's a three

Yeah, I'm MVP

Ain't nobody gon' doubt it

[Verse 1: Hit-Boy]

Real nigga view, this shit serene (Shit serene)

First nigga that put that bitch in some Celine (Some Celine)

First nigga to push McLaren from my side (Skrrt, skrrt)

Shit, I might rock that shit soon as I swipe (Swipe)

Dolo out in SoHo (SoHo)

Dog a bitch like Todo (Todo)

Shorty sendin' photos (Photos), she bouncin' like my low-low (Low-low)

Cookin' beats like crack rock out the pot (Pot)

I might be the realest nigga left, and that's on Pac (Pac)

My OG got the strap, that ain't my security (It's not)

You never got banged on in the snake pits, I'm the epitome (You have not)

Of a real one that made it out, my wrist lit up with eighty thou'

Like Dolph, I'm on a paper route

My 808s, they shake the house

[Chorus: Dom Kennedy & Jay 305]

She want a piece

This ain't surface-level, underneath

If I shoot my shot, then it's a three

Yeah, I'm MVP

Ain't nobody gon' doubt it (What?)

[Verse 2: Jay 305]

Uh, I can't trust these hoes, they get you wet up

If they call you past 10, it's a setup (Uh, uh)

Murder shit, bro, she gon' deep throat (Uh, uh)

On the East Coast, Louis peacoat (Ah, ah)

Atlanta freak show, throwin' C-notes (Blivin', blivin')

Goin' beast mode, that's on Soulja Slim (Wootay)

When I'm in the [?], I'm eatin' crawfish (Wootay)

Staples Center, Madison Square Gardens (Ah)

I make every ghetto like project housin' (What?)

Max fill to kill time, never browsin' (Flip it)

Got your bitch with me, I'm buying pieces (Flip it)

Chrome Hearts and Dickies, nigga, I'm still [?]

[Chorus: Dom Kennedy]

She want a piece

This ain't surface-level, underneath

If I shoot my shot, then it's a three

Yeah, I'm MVP

Ain't nobody gon' doubt it

[Verse 3: Dom Kennedy]

Hit in the Range Rover, fuck when she came over

Only clique with real soldiers, yeah, bitch, the break's over

Back to wearin' black, no more smilin' or nothin'

Your bodyguard got the strap, I could tell that you bluffin'

Everybody in my city know (City know)

We don't be actin' in them videos (No)

We stand down on all ten toes

And these jeans still Fendi, ho

My mama proud, I did it on my own (On my own)

Never fold, that ain't in my soul (In my soul)

Share a mink, that's for when it's cold (Mm)

For a link, she wanna take me home

[Chorus: Dom Kennedy]

She want a piece

This ain't surface-level, underneath

If I shoot my shot, then it's a three

Yeah, I'm MVP

Ain't nobody gon' doubt it