[Intro]

Y'all know what it is

Almighty AZ, Brooklyn

Hahahahaha

[Verse]

I'm zig zag ziggin' it, I know niggas diggin' it

Life so legitimate, been nice since The Genesis

Mics, no blemishes, polite, though militant

Real verse illiterate, I'm still on that tequila shit

Goons I gorilla with'll reassure my scrilla flip

Ventriloquist, hand in some clitoris

Would never float on foreign land I'm unfamiliar with

Did the dealerships, every year, iller whip

Dream from that killer shit, remain as a lyricist

The jail's hearin' this, females curious

In retail since Pete and C.L. did Reminisce

Peace to Jena Six, Emmett, Bell, my nigga Nick

Young Rel, the money [?], still in the mix

Love me a witty chick, that's pretty, don't penny pinch

Warm kitty could do the Diddy on the liqourice

Rap ridiculous, on tracks meticulous

So deprived I could cry when I mention this

This that different shit, vocals over instruments

Every verse is like a dose of some insulin

Cash in [?], clash with the ignorant

Flash that .40 cal, no smiles, I'm infamous

Facin' a quarter cent, my cause is more intense

Payin' respects to the deaths out in Port-au-Prince