[Verse 1: King Mez]

What the name of my team be

Fresh Heirs believe me

Only kings in my circle boy

Instrumental they feed me

Women from your television trying be where my seed be

We be like pardon, but no hoes in the garden

TV watered from the rain that I started when I departed

I left the average niggas who wondering where they heart is

Equivalent to none like one minus one

Or the Catholic women who skin don't see sun

Yeah, I could have been arrogant, but I was humble by my tears

Always was bright, but now my candle chandeliers

I was supposed to get degrees, live life as an engineer

But surpassing all of my peers, got my mind on Damier, yeah

Elegant women and they friends, in my 700 Benz

They wondering what I spend, I'm wondering 'bout my spins

They said I get my rank up when I'm adding onto my sins

But I really don't see the stripes like the bottom of my 10's

But then when I think again, I won't be caught up in this trance

But how do I know for sure, it's different when you see them ends

My nigga go for broke, only got one life to live

I mean I know you got your girl but now every city it's some tens

In every hotel lobby, who know your name and probably came

So you can get 'em naughty

And beat it up til' it may weather, no Arturo Gatti

I mean it's tempting, these are the fruits of my labor

But I contradict, telling her respect the body

But about that quick, baby girl that fit, but my mind on my paper

Margiela killer, Louis, Louboutin all in my favour

But my girl better have some J's, it be that or the Vapors

Bonnie & Clyde type stride, committing our capers

Infrared lasers at this evil minded enterprise

Princess says only into guys prince is only in her thighs

To all the ignorant entertainers that's helping our demise

Even when a fool hold his peace he considered wise

Ain't no need to flow nigga, rain says the weatherman

Leave that job to me pimping, flash flood veteran

Never ride with niggas only trip with who they better than

Imagining the crowns on my sisters and my brethren

I'm looking up in the night sky, trying to find my stars

Passing by them dealerships, trying to find my cars

But now I see you artists and question your moral targets

I won't judge you but I sentence you rappers behind my bars

And that's life dog, somebody in my city won't make it through the night dog

And I'm supposed to be throwing money, that's right dog?

I mean, alright dog

[Outro: Drey Skonie]

I walk into the corner shop

Somewhere I never been before

I ain't tryina die no more

And right now I

Like it's never been before

I'm ready I'm sure

See the allure