[Intro]

There are many things you can do

You're unexceptional

You were born on ten-twenty

Roman numeral X:XX

A divine knowledge

Woo!

Uh

Woah!

To my world

Uh

Yeah

[Verse 1]

It's protocol to protect your neck and protect the set

Ridiculous and driven, never short of losin' breath

When I was 8 years old, I told my mom I'd have an early death

She rolled her eyes and said, "You better grind until there's nothing left"

Write, write, note pads and iPhone's

Up late, cause my chicks in different time zones

Facetime me, 3:30 am, them freak hours

She miss that so bad, I call that D-power

My right soldier always got the weed rolled

My left soldier never let the team fold

Rep that, RAD to the T

So dudes know what I mean

When I say that "we blazin', smokin' that G's all'

These hoes be blinded by weed smoke

Think you gon' get cupped because you got double D's yo?

Told her to cut the chat, let me tap it right in the V

Roll me a joint, we smoke, then I kindly ask her to breeze

[Interlude]

Yo, my nigga, eh

You want some shit?

What you want?

Chill my nigga, chill

Got no chill, man

That old school shit

[Verse 2]

Got that old school flow, like I'm Kool Mo Dee

Pass that toad, know I got that tree

No days off, gotta get that cream

Recognize the traits of a true O-G

Steal that rock like some new jack, swing

Bring a couple goons, and we got that O-D

Just another day, C-O-O-P

Never mad homie, I stay R-A-D

[Verse 3]

Aye yo

Uh

Who got the papers, got the papers?

I'm a wise guy, when I rhyme, I'm vicious

They say I'm wise beyond my times, so rock with politicians

Unless it's Clinton

And we rollin' up a joint, sippin' Henny, out with a couple bitches

Good fella, know it's Brooklyn baby

So don't forget the motto, still: fuck you, pay me

(Yo, bro I got this crack that we could-) Fuck you, pay me

(I could put you on if you just-) Fuck you, pay me

[Outro]

Oh shit!

Stand still

Uh

*Bullets firing*

Come here

Ah

Did I get him?

Nope

Ah, dang

Can't nobody touch the Dark Night