Pink Eagle

[Intro: Dave East]

Free Trav, free Scrap, free Gato

Rest in peace Kane

[Verse 1: Dave East]

I saw niggas get that bag in my city, figured I need it too (I need it)

Listen to my gun, I ain't ever ask, "What would Jesus do?" (Nah)

Trap until we see the sun, play Vegas for a week or two (All night)

Bandana on me, I told Lz, "This from me to you"

Get hit in neck, you die, powder sells in the mornin'

Bricks after five, watch the Knicks lose and still act surprised (Rip)

You never drove outta town to get a bird?

Or had a hitter half your age to put 'em down, just give the word? (Boom)

Santana fucked my head up with them diamonds and that bird

Back like cooked crack hit the trap and I was rhymin' every word

I know niggas never voted, heard Obama and they curved

Diplomatic ties, it's a code of silence you could learn

If you rap, you might get head tapped, if I get it confirmed

I'm Ice Cube when he got rid of that perm, watch and learn

I bet they love it when they hear this shit

Fendi, Prada, Gucci now

I used to be Polo to the ground like it's 55th (Woah)

We probably the flyest niggas out (Flyest)

Designer on the mattress, designer on the couch

Call Elliott, pick up a couple diamonds and I'm out (Bling)

Run off on the plug? Never, know he got it in the drought (Never)

Now it had to been the bag that got me out the house (It had to)

These niggas can't be on my dick 'cause it's probably in her mouth (Ah)

I grew up in the trenches, they'll rob you 'cause you out (Out)

Had to get off them benches before my mama cussed me out (Woah)

[Chorus: Juelz Santana]

Diplomatic guys, we got diplomatic ties (Ties)

Diplomatic plates on them diplomatic rides (Ride)

Stamp a bird on the brick, that's them diplomatic pies (Yeah)

Flyer than a ribbon in the sky, sky-high (High)

They don't want no smoke, man, these niggas know the vibes (You know the vibes)

When real niggas outside, stay inside

We decide the outcome, who survives or who dies

So you fake niggas don't wanna collide, be advised (Hah)

[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]

Money over fame, that's the rules we abide by (Yeah)

Loyalty is priceless, you can't buy mines (Nah)

You would think my tongue got wings the way I pop fly

Bust down the watch just to show 'em how time fly

Offset the rims, now the car look lopside

Shorty let me nut all in her face, now she cockeyed

Always been a fly guy, Mike Amiri tie-dye

Been flexin' with this green, spinach, Popeye

I been in them hotspots way before wifi (Facts)

All my jewels drip, let a fool trip (Fool trip)

My goons move quick, make the mood shift (Mood shift)

Put 'em in pocket with the pool stick (Pool stick)

Or sweep 'em up with the broomstick (Broomstick)

Sound echo through your block like acoustics (Bah-bah-bah)

We don't say shit, we do shit (Do shit)

My niggas comin' with the toolkit (Toolkit)

Flag red, but I stick to the blueprint

[Verse 3: Jim Jones]

This is penetration rap, ain't no generation gaps (Facts)

I done been in places back when they was generatin' crack (You hear me?)

Took trips outta town where not too many make it back

You come up short, you get applause when that semi make a clap (Bang, bang)

I climbed the ladder, even dined with the higher-ups

I'd rather eat with the goons than to tie you up (Dipset)

Not a nigga standin' on this earth that is fly as us (Uh-uh)

You'd probably be surprised who admire us

Don't flatter me, 'cause imitation is the best form

You let 'em put a battery in your back until your chest torn (Stupid)

To talk to me, bitch, gotta fill out a request form (What's your name?)

Luxury jets, then we hoppin' in the best foreign (L.A., what up?)

Not to mention these few pounds got my neck on (Chunky)

Heated floors, every time a nigga take a step, warm (Chilly)

Ready for war, so every time that you step wrong (Loaded)

Make a text to the rec room, get you hit up in the next dorm (Fucker)