Lay It Down

[Verse 1]

I’m back with the flow you been missing

Oh you should listen to the special edition

I’m on my Long Island shit, I got my fishermen tippin’

Cruising in the Expedition, me and Dro and some bitches

We smoke the fat L

A tall Heineken was cold hoes bicker

Shut up bitch, do what you’re told

I’m not a role model but I rap from the soul

Plus the mack that I hold, shit be dipped in all gold

I’m [?] boy, I could front but I’m not

So don’t get too close because you might get shot

I challenge any rapper to a duel

Put on the beat and watch me take ‘em to school

Never been a fool, lyrically I'm placed on a pedestal

Hey son you better move or run your jewels

I came here to rock, me and my DJ on the 1s and 2s

My crew ain’t got nothing to lose

So come here girl, and don’t fuss or act boujie

I’m real choosy who I let come do me

I take a Lex to the movies with a real JET Beauty

Don’t wanna chicken-head smoking a 50 cent loosey

I got class so go take a bath

As for your math don’t make me laugh

With no ass talking all that jazz

Just shut your motherfucking mouth and walk past

[Hook]

I lay it down

[Verse 2]

Niggas like you don’t get no respect

You said I’m not the best, you wanna make a bet

I write a rhyme so fresh like organic fruit

And bounce in the orange juice coupe—here’s the scoop

I’m not asking, me I’m taxin’

Shines like neon, but we are action

Dude you a peon, I pee on fashion

Bitches come break me off for faction

You got a problem with it them come get it

We better than you, be a man and admit it

It’s either one of the two, you’re a fan or a critic

But most motherfuckers just scam this business

I just handle my business with the mack like a boss

I don’t frolic, I put the gas to your thoughts

Walk fast, we don’t have no remorse

I just kill your ass and flash in the Porsche

And it’s a fact, Jack, no man could stop me

And walk a mile in my beef and broccolis

The 90 G Maserati look like Hi-C

Polo on the beat, I’m on the M-I-C

I see, motherfuckers!

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

It goes one for the money and two for the show

This is just one thing I do for the dough

I like to move with a ho, duke I be on the low

We can go toe-to-toe but you know the M.O

I’m all heart, you don’t want me to let the dogs bark

I knock your corny-ass shit out the ballpark

Without saying, listen B I’m not playin’

You be dead layin’ and I be upstream

With the tight swing and a careless manner

What up the party then put up the hammer

I rep my click like a Blood with a red bandanna

From the Stat to Atlanta, bust your head like scanners

I just rip, ask around I’m the shit

I come in quick with the fifth on the hip

Rubber grip so the joint don’t slip

I stay dipped and keep a hooker on the strip

Criminal thoughts, they infect my brain

It’s insane, entertain, Rakim’s the name

It ain’t a game, you ain’t gang beater said I claim

Bang bang, just let me do my fucking thang

[Hook]