[Verse 1: Juice]
The high exalted professional like DJ Clue?
I might get lost like, every night
Hell my life like, a vivid picture, a porno movie
Smoking Buddha with shooters, manoeuvring the steez
Sharp like a Ginsu I bleed for your sins
I’m G, double O D
Believe what I feel, feel what I see
Do what I want, why you trying to do what I do?
Stay in your lane young man
I do my thing young man
[Verse 2: Erick Arc Elliott]
Although I never made a reason to lie, I kiss the sky
Her imagination bleed into mine, we intertwined
Divine to a T, cop you want from me?
The cops cop from the bums, the bums cop from me
True say, young virgin eyes, are from demise
Where the pun is bite the curb and die, I improvise
Not to televise reality, your dreams are falsified
Now you pivot on your wish to be wise as third eye
Long shot, one try, let fly
[Verse 3: Juice]
Body like a Michelle Tucker
Fuck her like I love her
It’s simple as we break it down on instrumentals
Straight killer ninja, bounty on your head
Wrap you in your sheets, defecate, suffocate and bleed
As you plead, give me all the ganja, the money
Being broke, ain’t a damn thing funny
No taxes, dirty money circle like the axis
Wax this dab shit
Young high and black, bitch!
[Verse 4: Erick Arc Elliott]
Whoever said “Trix are for kids” don’t know this bitch
Real nigga, vintage apparel and fake friends
Real niggas make it apparent and make ends
So I architect the future and embarrass the fake brands
Say word man them niggas they nervous too
We on the cusp or something,.38 is starting to brew
Making these movements, plus you do the interlude
But I won’t produce unless you nude miss
Otherwise you useless, yes you useless
So light a loose lit
[Verse 5: Meech]
Pop up at your funeral shirtless and spit on your hearse bitch, the worst is nigga you worthless
Better off dead, so you laying in dirt deaves
I’m better off dead cause zombies emerging
Soon the ideology will be full surface
And I won’t have to go back to snatching purses and yapping Urkels
Semi automatic leave the funeral service
Mother with running mascara clutching the hearses
Dark nigga but I never [?]
What is your purpose?
Hopefully on the crossroads you learn it
That’s if you earn it, that’s for certain
Money on my mind, marijuana my taste buds
Young black and deprived so the world I shake up
Who’s your maker, look me in my eyes nigga
Meet your maker, Meech your maker
[Bridge: Action Bronson]
From the top floor view I can see it all
From this top floor view I can see it all
Dog, my bitch look like Nia Long
Dog, my bitch look like Nia Long
They say it’s lonely where I’m at
Shit, I’m quite cozy in the Jag
They say it’s lonely where I’m at
Shit, quite cozy…
[Verse 6: Action Bronson]
I’m sitting at the outdoor desk with my pants off
Face timing my little mama back in France
Speaking broken English, my golden features is the reason
Why they stroke my penis when I sing songs, it’s like a stroke of genius
I’m Eric Clapton in a black Benz, stack ends
You can tell my eyes are blue through the mac lens
Lord cleanse me, for dead soldiers pour Henny
Uh, pour it…
The peppered steak was salty but I ate it cause I love her
She put sugar in her vegetables, she grew up in the gutter
Tater Tots with every meal, her body like a goddess
Fingers, toes are polished, Super Sport Impalas
Red flowers- that’s to signify a new start
Cause without you, I’ve been living with a blue heart
Mixed emotions from the purple- got me cloudy
Got me wiling, got me speedin’ in the Audi
In Maui
Queens shit
Peace to my motherfucking brothers
Flatbush… Yeah
No, we too high to die