[Verse 1: Mattfew Ragazino]
Pants sagging and my hat low
Show up to your black and white affair in my bathrobe
Furry slippers, Polo socks, what an asshole
No class, no coupe, so irrational
Can't explain, he's insane, must be bath salt
Molly crew, paper gang, money back coat
You could tell by mopping shoes and her back bloak
You could tell by (?) shoes and her back broke
Sad, but shed your crocodile tears
(?) medley 'till that be a pants here
Nobody think shit stinks untill it's smeared in your face
Motherfucker now take a look in your mirror
Fuck your life, pussy nigga, fuck your life
This my third, I died twice, might fuck once, but not twice, no
New Jersey drive, hot wire, joy rider
Get a (?), kick her out, sky dive her
Death Row, only thing that we missing is Suge
I stood over your misses, I'm so misunderstood
I look down at the top of a scalp
Real niggas know what I'm talking about
When she go home you give her mouth to mouth
Two roads diversed, I emerged on a paper route
Rick James, I'll stand on your freaking couch
Bottles of (?), I'm balling; Timothy Couch
I'm in the building, my nigga, I'm in the house
I'm in the building, my nigga, I'm in the house
Embracing my angels, dancing with demons
I'm overdosing; River Phoenix
[Verse 2]
That mean I'm tailing since pale
Flyest thing in the field
Got your bitch naked in heels
Iron steeming my bills
Implemented my game, re-instated that real
Flow is like persian brown, define Hollywood heels
This shit is genius, how I slide in seamless
Supply the sequence with some G shit, break it down to pieces
(?) the real, I rock the colosseum
Got niggas with just like Wakim, you couldn't win by cheating
Beasting on anything that you press play
Rotten with (?), stick it intention in the West Bank
Fresh franks, line up the wallet inside the skylids pocket
So if that convo ain't about dollars ain't got time to chop it
Stop it, hater, you don't really know what you're doing
Y'all niggas sweet, who you think you're fucking fooling?
Heard they out there fronting on the kid
You never know hard that wallet is untill you run into it
[Verse 3]
Beefing whoever we after equals disaster
Uno when it comes to that China, he Zen master
LV the loafer, while sitting on sofa
We bow tie killers, classy enough for a coaster
Worldwide paper, ho, we globally getting dough
Mami got good brain, I just get it and go
Fuck these niggas talking, they ain't talking shit
If we ain't freaking like (?) I just talk to your bitch
I'm from the hood where they pistol play
Shoot who's talking, you could get killed over the shit you say
All I need is a bad bitch with patron and an ounce
Ass fat, and he gotta be good with her mouth
I chase money, N.Y by ways of the south
Tear the town up, a couple of grand, and I'm out
Out, third strike, you're in jeopardy, nigga
About my strikes, blowing that whistle, no referee, nigga
Surving in concrete hard for refugee nigga
You fucking with me you on (?) the ecstacy, nigga
Niggas broke, cut corners, becoming whinos
Know it's a (?) when you clash with a rhino
