[Verse 1]

Yeah, bout as real as [bad word] Still pushing base like an African [bad word] The only other hands that it touched before Young
Was a Guala out of Dallas with shag like Tum Tum
Back to the hood where niggas started detoxing
Till I hit them corners with that [bad word] sheet rock
The rollers back [bad word]  the seal’s on the back [bad word] The six-three highlights the difference like an asterisks
Yes, the re-up game never dies
Soda makes the brick multiply
Push tons of monster with the pie
Keep water from the villain
Remember what it did to them gremlins?
Oh God, street wars when the heat warms up
In summertime niggas know what’s up
Heavy armour, heavy drama, heavy karmas
Be the reason haters scared of us [bad word] their baby mamas
 [bad word] 

Soon as the product hits the street
You know they will be strong
They’ll be dancing to the beat of this [bad word] Listen, It’s addiction

You know we got em hooked like fiends
They open like a [bad word] They’ll be dancing to the beat of this [bad word] Listen, It’s addiction

[Verse 2]

Yeah, I’m soul pusher ?
Vinnie move more white [bad word] than a snowplough
Everybody knew the guinnie was so foul
The SKS with the bayonet, oh wow
I’ll rob everything and leave you with a hungry gut
The hollow tips leave you looking like you got a Gumby cut
You think you [bad word] with the God then you’s a funny [bad word] Rambo knife cut your stomach like a tummy tuck
All you see is darkness when the gun bursts
The G36 melt your brain like a Pun verse
I act wild but I handle my funds first
I’m [bad word] all the time, blood quenches the son’s thirst
I don’t talk about the money I got
Because if money want my money then money gets shot
Rap [bad word] don’t work then I dumb on the block
With Pusha and Mal pushing up the [bad word] in the pot
 [bad word] 

[Verse 3]

Still with the coke man, same as it ever was
Re-up game, we the shame of America
Eighties hysteria, the ‘caine be my legacy
The feds got our names, they hang us in effigy
Best believe [bad word] back like it never left
I write rhymes but I’ll bet I’d make a better chef
They can’t wait for it to dry, they like it better wet
And I’m heavy with the like NEF
I whip it good, real good then I let it rest
Then I scrape the sides then I let em test
Yes, I got weight like Creatine
gem star hit that chopping block like guillotine
Know what I am? Sitting on chrome rims
Not only paper, we stack brick like Stonehenge
Go against us? Haters got no wins
I [bad word] no one and I don’t need no friends
 [bad word]