96 Knicks

[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]

Lets begin

Lyrical exercise without a pen

Iceberg fit, I'm fittest to win a photographer's Achilles

The illest to live in your lens

Sixteens filled 'em with gems

Big heart give a limb to my friends, give a life to my kids

Look at my daughter's eyes twice, I'mma live

For her, I just melt like ice in the fridge

In this triflin' biz, I'mma protect mines, make sure the rifle is hid

In case you roll a dice in this bitch, it's my house

Rap niggas bitches really don't make me go ike in the crib

My life full of highlights you would lie to relive

96 crystal

No cups, me and homie pass the bottle back and forth like kiss styles

Retro New Yorker, attitude Chris Childs

And Kobe at the garden

7 series play, just flipped me a foreign

Broke business boy you talkin for it

Big wire transfer it hit in the morning

[Chorus: Smoke DZA]

Uh, 96 crystal

Retro New Yorker attitude Chris Childs

Penthouse vibes with my rich pals, switch crowds

96 crystal

Retro New Yorker attitude Chris Childs

Penthouse vibes with my rich pals, switch crowds

[Verse 2: Dave East]

I bought a Filippe just to Patek it

We livin' reckless

Powder all over the table bitches is baggin' up naked

That's your strip, why you neglect it

Glock, I'd rather tech it

Mortal Kombat but I still got the same attitude as Tekken

Blood clot, me and my youth, Jamaican food on top the dresser

Military rifles, 80 shots in it, designer weapons

Gloves on so ain't no fresh prince, I am legend

You confusing all your folks with your views you Kanye West'in

Retro New Yorker, my attitude Bernard King

Might spend the night in Flatbush with my yard ting

I'm dirty but my car clean

DZA, this shit give me Wu vibes, you know, chef RZA

U-God, Ghostface Killa

Liquid Swords, GZA

Phone tapped, please don't pick up

Peanut butter guts

Exterior as white as the coke you sellin' they on to us

Syringes left me spooked, I never liked needles

Favorite movie Poltergeist, I like evil

I hope they make the right sequel

Life style wild the way we livin', might make your wife leave you

Your number cheap but here take my number, I might need you

I'm sick, I'm addicted to dead white people

Watch your body, nobody playin fair, don't let life cheat you

[Chorus: Smoke DZA]

Uh, 96 crystal

Retro New Yorker attitude Chris Childs

Penthouse vibes with my rich pals, switch crowds

96 crystal

Retro New Yorker attitude Chris Childs

Penthouse vibes with my rich pals, switch crowds