I got this pretty brown queen, her kid's addicted to chicken nuggets

Used to play college ball, but I'm just trying to ball

I'm trying to sit on leather 'til my time is called

When it is, fuck it, it's been a wild ride

Since '95 with the jean sets

Beamers that lean left, back on the scene fresh

Fuck, I'm on the roof doing squats, ain't no boots in the box

Just some dead white man and his Glock

The Saab is cock-eyed, doing 360s in front of Popeye's

Nobody could control me, Allah tried

But then I ate ribs, fuck, I hate myself, that shit is banging though

Shoot the pistol, bite the mango, alpha tango

Bravo

My mother's fist look like it's coughing, it's costly

Hide the dope inside the four-seat

Hit me on the jet before 3:00, I'm back at 5:00 like basketball team

Window shopping, wiling out in Holland lately

Name embroidered on the napkins and the pillow cases

5th floor view, stare into the square

Ton of flare, fly jackets, rock the Mother Bear

Priceless shit, sharpshooter, precise intent

Pineapple, fried rice, and fish

Carve my niche, movement on the arms are Swiss

I charm your bitch, hit the dealer for the jar to twist

Jogging lightly in an Alfred Dunner, I'm on my second plate

Seedless grapes, Freyja with the Swedish face

My style is dope like a fiend with the [?] in his arm

Send the cut chops right from the farm

Sauce complexion like a mirror, fortified with wine

Alfa Romeo Romanos are getting imported by design

Shawty speaking Dutch to me, then pass the dutch to me

So many sons, I should file for fucking custody

Queens