[Verse]

Yo, Saturday Nite, Uptown, riding past Kansas Fried Chicken

What's popping kid, we in the mix

It's chilly 40 below

Gate's closed gotta catch Dr. J's

Blow on my hand, rub on my nose

Tap the glass, stop fronting Duke, fresh pair of jeans

Look I got loot, eleven in the beige boots

Heard a screech pull up, these Jakes flashed me five pictures

One had my man's mug, Semi stepped brother hugs

You asked the wrong guy son, I'm from Atlanta, yeah we know Mr. Coles

Flew in two days ago to see his fam'

And we've been watching you, crazily

The whole Staten Island shitting on you, Wisdom Bird's pregnant out in Baisley

Holding snow in your ear, fresh baldie tried to change up

Not truck today, still looking fly, still slammed up hung

You mind popping your trunk, slow your pace

Starks fixed your face, copped out the six, five years probat'

You dealing with a lot of science, motherfucker we're watching you

Make me wanna lick shots at you

You disgust me, screwing me down, grab my gun, go 'head bust me

Heard you hate Jake that's what it must be

Hands behind your back, spread your legs, just found a roach in your tray

It's not mine fucker, what I said

You make the 13th nigga

A multimillion dollar operation is based upon it yo, where the hell's the RZA

He's selling mics, wireless joints

Special made to go off in your hand and which went out on point

Switched to the next scene, I'm at the crib bugging out

On how po' live, hating plus harassing the kid

Park the truck in the double face garage

Dial 1-900-Raekwon, tell the god shit's mega real

Flashing me on BET, Planet Groove, Rap City News

NAACP committees {*abruptly ends*}