[Intro]

(I'ma be alright because Dizzy here wildin')

[Verse 1: Juelz Santana]

Okay, time to make my mark, I gave 'em a head start (Yeah)

Now I'm on my Nicki shit, I don't need no frauds (Nah)

Time to raise the bar, rappin' like I passed the bar (Yeah)

You would think I ride bikes, boy, the way I handle bars (Yeah)

Real niggas in charge (Yeah), we back for what's ours (Ours)

Poppin' all these blues, I might turn into an Avatar

They ain't wanna see me back, he's back

Human crack in the flesh, sorry, I had to relapse (Sorry)

These niggas weak, whack, I twist 'em like weed wraps

Still on my Nino Brown, still getting G money on G-packs (Woo)

No Stunna Man, bustin' like Duh Duh Man, it's evident

These hoes love me, they say my dick is they medicine

Cosby, spikin' gelatin, still pushin' and pedalin'

Settling never, I'm like DiCaprio in The Revenant

Still whippin' and stretchin' it, two pots, ambidextrous

I'm a beast, a dog, I see that money, I'm fetchin' it

Your ho throwin' it at me, I'm catchin' it

Don't check me, go check your bitch

You don't want to get me out of my element

From a tenant in the tenements to owning my residence (One)

Phone still clicking, I feel like the receptionist

Out of this world, yes, he is, extraterrestrian (Woo)

My life's a fucking movie, boy, don't get yourself edited (Out)

I'm like Steph at the free throw, that piece blow, I never miss

Taught your girl how to whip the girl, now she a lesbian (Yeah)

You can level up, still won't be on my level then, it's level ten

These niggas hot, I must be kettlin'

They don't want the steam, but I know you want the tea

That's your bitch? Why she only fuck with me? 'Cause I'm ballin', MSG (Ballin')

Roof missin' on this whip and I need two kitchens (Two)

Your bitch say I'm number two, yeah, too different (True)

Weakest get bagged, start singing, yeah, loose lippin' (Loose)

Tell the DA I ain't never been no stool pigeon (Never)

Won't catch me in no club unless my tool get in (Ever)

Be smart, 'cause Bounce, he a fool with it

It's on, say it's on, I'm 7-Eleven with it

That's twenty-four seven with it, wherever, whatever with it, yeah (Wherever)

Your mama gon' need a church with a reverend in it

Just pray it's a heaven in it, and hope that they let you in it, yeah

Boy, I expose the truth in lies (Yup)

Cross me and get crucified, no shootin' five

War's on, that bazooka rise, get neutralized

Shoot five times five, watch you divide

In a sheet like the sheik ridin' through Dubai (Yup)

Game back in a chokehold, the noose was tied (Ayy)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

Suicide, it's a suicide

Tell 'em seek and you will find 'cause I'ma lose my mind

Kick a nigga ass, then give him my shoes to shine

It's do or die, I come from where we used to crime

The Uzi 9 more important than school supplies, the pools is dry

My niggas and the food is fried, the news is lies

The pigeons is too spooked to fly, the rules denied

All the toughest goons is mine, that's Tunechi's slimes

They kill you and go do the time, we unified

Young Money revolutionized the new design

We had to leave the flukes behind and supersize

The numbers through the roof and sky

Don't look too surprised, look through the lines

We makin' moves and strides, grooves and vibes

I'm too alive, these hoes need to be supervised

They put on a cute disguise, you grooms is blind

She get dick and an Uber ride, number two with fries, I'm pimpin'

Now, who am I? I'm who and why

I'm rude and kind, my cars are computerized

I'm cruisin' by, smokin' blunts Ruben size

You fools can try, these tools getting utilized, you euthanized

Brrt, skrrt, shoot, then drive

Now, who survived? We comin' back to rewind

I'm usually high, sippin' on the Houston wine

Feel humanized, I want my throne to recline

Jackie red, Julie blonde, they Cuban fine

I bruise they spine, I leave and they snooze 'til nine

Superglued to the grind, my crew my tribe

These bitches try to divide, we too divine

Got the drugs to provide the coolest highs

The greenest green and the white with the bluest eyes

The syrup and the juice collide, the two combine like suits and ties

Magic, poof, goodbye

[Outro: Juelz Santana]

Smoke good weed

It's bloody mary if you fuck with me

Yeah, them boys back around

Bitch, we ride, then fire

It's do or die

Smoke good weed

It's bloody mary if you fuck with me

Yeah, them boys back around

Bitch, we ride, then fire

It's do or die

Smoke good weed