[Intro/Hook: *Frijid Pink sample* & Action Bronson]

{Know you broke my heart woman

When you said goodbye to me}

You say goodbye to me bitch, you better break north

Before you six south and I'll be sitting in that big house

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]

Just let me sharpen my knives, thrown on the apron

X's mark the steak and the salad crumbled with bacon

And bleu cheese, caramel complexion's on two knees

Or two skis, carving up the Alps is what this dude needs

I'm Rick the Model, Martel to cartel

Live fast and eat the big tuna like Billy Parcells

No more child's play kid you with the big boys

Fuck an economy size, we want that big Royce

My family's sayin' that I rhyme with fury

Only focus on them hundred bill faces and suitcases that'll bribe a jury

Grind the curry never shine the jewelry

Pussy like it 86 style, you know it's fine and furry

Spark the bark in the park, you know, lumberyard

You ain't never in the limelight, undercard

Bronsolini in the sky, thunder rod

Commandante of this rap shit, young Mossad, killer

[Intro/Hook: *Frijid Pink sample* & Action Bronson]

{Know you broke my heart woman

When you said goodbye to me}

You say goodbye to me bitch, you better break north

Before you six south and I'll be sitting in that big house

[Verse 2: Action Bronson]

The second stanza even deadly than the first

From the birth, I've been enlisted to plant seeds in the earth

That's soon, road to a valley that feeds, civilization

I'm walking the torrid land though I'm seeking my vindication from

My bad, I'll keep it fifth grade, keep the switchblade

Hilfiger sailin' apparel and plus a crisp fade

First day class, the Agassis are black and white

My older cousin puffing pot bitch, pass the pipe

Now I'm a certified user, more like abuser

Slice and dice the music I'm fluid like the yakuza

Or Sanders whether Deion or Barry, find candy

Though I smoke until my eyes are the shape of Tia Carrere

My team we work as a unit, nobody hog the ball up

Great intuition and vision, no time to hit the mall up

Just a taste of the life like a September call up

Johnnie Walker in our tall cup, getting torn up

Listen, I'm steel fisted with the iron lung

Heavy metal ballads out the guitar where lions run

Praise the son that can stand on his own two

Smoke on the big blunt, take a sip of this home-brew

[Hook: *Frijid Pink sample*]

{Know you broke my heart woman

When you said goodbye to me}