On the Set

[Intro]

(Skrt, skrt)

[Chorus: Chuck Inglish]

On the set

Everything clean, catch a jet

In the set

Wearin' rare stones on the neck

In the set (set)

Give me my respect and a check and I'm set with it

Pull up with the bag and I'm flexin'

[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]

Aye what that nigga say

Chuckie braved up we freed up we read up

Before his first tour I was knowin' Justin Bieber

My partner need ten grand O'Casse need a Visa

We tie the loose knot so we out to Pommerania

Rain drop rainy and watch is titanium

Pickin' with who I'm hangin' with 'cause these niggas dangerous

[?] Get the Oscar

6' 1' nigga tryna fit in a Boxster

I had some fool niggas around I had to let 'em go

I knew 'em since Biology class, but bro you never know

Right when that economy crashed when I was gettin' on

And people in the poverty class, the ghetto stay awoke

No rest for the weary I'm serious

I ask Siri who the freshest nigga period

She said you knew before you stepped into the mirror

A Zeiss lens couldn't make the picture no clearer

[Pre-Chorus: Chuck Inglish]

Seein' everything clean through the lens

We the dream team had to lean on the fence

Now I peep the scene from the seat of the Benz

What's the dealie Master C with the rims

[Chorus: Chuck Inglish]

On the set

Everything clean, catch a jet

In the set

Wearin' rare stones on the neck

In the set (set)

Give me my respect and a check and I'm set with it

Pull up with the bag and I'm flexin'

[Verse 2: Chuck Inglish]

You heard what he said Rocks we held out scale pounds is selled out

If it hit the mailbox then bring it down to Boldy house

I held the spot like I hit it on the dot

Add it to the pot and I stash it in my sock

Pass my man the jod and I'll catch another jab

My United Center niggas watched the Bulls beat the Cavs from the box

What I said is these little shorties hot

Coulda been the next LeBron but it's pills he gotta cop

And some softie got him off

Pass him a gold cross like Nas gave Lil Dog

Man I always had my pops so I share it with the block

That verse from One Love raised a lotta niggas up

Park benches of the projects

In that white ever Avirex

Put it 'round his neck told him we 'gon make a bet

You could sell this fool a check, man I put that on the set

[Pre-Chorus: Chuck Inglish]

Seein' everything clean through the lens

We the dream team had to lean on the fence

Now I peep the scene from the seat of the Benz

What's the dealie Master C with the rims

[Chorus: Chuck Inglish]

On the set

Everything clean, catch a jet

In the set

Wearin' rare stones on the neck

In the set (set)

Give me my respect and a check and I'm set with it

Pull up with the bag and I'm flexin'

[Verse 3: Boldy James]

Button up Burberry number 3 cement

Jewelry worth a 100 plus money fresh up out the mint

Everything mint condition when I step up out the Benz

Transparent Cartie lens with the root beer tint

Get caught with the strands on me that's a two year bit

Me, Rocks Tris and Shruddie we the toothpick clique

Nasir the big homie I'm the one he gave the crucifix

Fingernails dirty, nigga I be thumbin' through some shit

Runnin' through them icky woods in the hood movin' grits

Big bag full of chickens so Imma call 'em Bucharest

All of my youngins brag about is who could shoot the best

Sippin' on that yellow tussin' thinkin' it's some Mucinex

Night slappin' in the p-jects

Dingy white tee with the ring 'round my v-neck

Not a murder in my v soundin' like a T-Rex

From selling mink white works  and some  Kleenex

[Verse 4: Smoke DZA]

20 years since Big gone since then it's been a shit storm

I want the Benjis, fuck the bitcoin

Superman iceberg for Lil Shawn

Lay the foundation to build on

Toast to the real ones

Don P. bottles to drink responsibly

Feelin' like A.C. Slater in this low varsity

Keep them hypebeasts the fuck far from me

Kush god bitch I'm livin' in

Friendly cat when he hatin' he real polite

Probably pillow talk with the bitches I know your type

But dog I ain't the one to judge so it's aight

Pull up in the drop and take the top off at the light (skrt)

Checkpoint couldn't find the work wasn't their fault

Lost your whole flow 'cause your path was a airball

Holdin' no punches keepin' it real tall

On my way to Italy meetings with Gilmore

[Pre-Chorus: Chuck Inglish]

Seein' everything clean through the lens

We the dream team had to lean on the fence

Now I peep the scene from the seat of the Benz

What's the dealie Master C with the rims

[Chorus: Chuck Inglish]

On the set

Everything clean, catch a jet

In the set

Wearin' rare stones on the neck

In the set (set)

Give me my respect and a check and I'm set with it

Pull up with the bag and I'm flexin'