[Intro:]

Yo, yo, yo

HD, Brooklyn, that 94' nigga from 94 nigga, word up

It's the Franky on the keys

And you know he does that shit with ease

And I'mma spit clean

Alright nigga, I got this shit

[Verse 1:]

I'm from the Eastcoast, with a flow that please most

She might tell you she celibate, bet she letting HD stroke

And yo it's no, contest steppin' to me with that nonsense

Spideysenses for hammers you can say we got a nine sense

Look, I'm not a top-shotter posted on the block, Glock-cock

For the fiends, Frank Lucas up in the sock

I almost was Stevie Lucas trying to be like uncle Frankie

Addicted to fast money and women who call me daddy

Glady I picked the mic up BLAOW I switch the style up BLAOW

I broke the rules and got a flow to fuck your life up now

You write your thoughts in 140 characters

I express myself with this lyrical cannabis

Yo, you can try we'll never tie, check your laces

Uh, I'm at the neck but fuck them southern outrageous

Yo, It's HD, watch me spread across the globe

Your talk means nothing if you niggas can't show

Tell 'em don't come with that, bull, I'm not a matador

Hungry like, jamba juices infested by carnivors

Lord, your slicktalk will have you knockin' on heavens gate

We see through your front like bitches on they wedding day, nigga

[Verse 2:]

Check it, now when my tape knock rock drop

Thugs gon' lick shots, mad birds gon' flock

And fiends gon' puff that, yo

It's HD taking over for monopoly

I'm far from gay, ain't no way a brother topping me, pause

Now for that almighty dollar

Berettas hold power so these cowards get devoured

You cower for plenty hours scared to lose yours in Glock showers

So you cop three 4's from Mr.Eisenhower

Now who's to flame, just a product of the block

They won't never catch you tripping, cuz' you keep a tight knot, uh

A good dude just got caught up in the evils

We living in America so niggas keep the eagle, yo

I digress now what's the topic? HD

A fly nigga so your girl swallow my cockpit, yo

I'm on the rise so these niggas wanna diss

Fuck you Rugrats, you don't talk, you lipshitz

It's about the cheddar, 'bout the cheddar is what they tell us

So we overzealous us cuz' they oversell us

We want to live better, and sip Amaretta

So we stacking one till our blues are more better

That's Washingtons for you niggas that's incompetent

You make the wrong moves you'll get pressed like we're laundering

Greatness is what I'm pondering, thought it then I accomplish it

Keep your lips sealed if your talk is less than consonance

I got dreams of whippin the best this ride

They asked me to kill the roach, I put the pest aside

Only green that I need is this motherfucking cream

Rap schemes from these niggas cause they see the lights and chains gleam

They don't see the nights of staying up perfecting rhymes

They just see monclers watching expensive time

They say I'm below the totem pole

This little nigga got flows that'll toast all foes

Like, lock and load though they keep the Glock close

Leave 'em red like a Maxi, cause it's murder that I wrote

We some straight faced niggas, but we cheesin' for the cheese

The gangsters never smile so we cheesin' 'em for the G's

"Since 94" you should bump it everyday

But I'mma end it like this, A.W.Y.A