[Intro]

I really don't even need to be fucking with y'all right now

I be moving around in the air, circling Manhattan

Real smooth

[Verse 1]

Here we go again, son, black Harrison Ford on the run

One, beef in the field, it's real

Highly recommend shield, Lee rocks, still he rock

At the blue laser grill like Martin Scorsese

Jumping out of limo's, expos, black rentals

Chasing niggas through the projects, polex

Mosien, fifteen of us, five trucks

Crazy deluxe, found what, honor nigga what?

Tailing us in boats and land, 40 cal in my hand

Made the left, Lex fam

Sho enough what, hummer crafts looking up, what?

Kid in the chipped out Lex had him stuck

Bounced on him, public announcements say they want him

Any ideas? Where he at? Cops want him

Changing the gear, the same footwear

Running like a crook, yeah, no love here

Fuck yeah, we up there

Had a little drugs there, they was there

Pass it kid, Novocain caught a slug there

Had it mastered in flight-school

Nigga go whip a plane, driving land, map shit out, go to night school

Bronze star, feeling who we are

Half-animal, whole lot of love, black god

Standing front and center, from here to winter

Grip the splinter, shoot it sideways, nozzle on, pip-it

Ready to hit something, pop shit with something

Blow blimps on it, mad rubber grips, big lips on it

Rolling with top rank medals, hands is like Greg Neddles

Bright link, purple heart, swim bezzle

Hearing the horn of Josh, moving like the moss

Executive decision play large

Caught a blimp on the radar

Screen him out, fighting like like Julio Caesar, blaze y'all

May day, may day, chasin' me, CIA, KGB, FBI, DIA on their way

Tryna chase down the god, this Afro-African'll lace y'all

[Instrumental breakdown]

[Verse 2]

Part two, kid, establish brain power, true did

Yo it's realer than a fuck now, ain't stupid

Trash, three hundred thousand in cash, guerilla mash

Brass this gat, TNT niggas on my ass

Play for real, Lex will, I suggest still

Clear my own shit, let the press ill, let's bill

Make it to the UN, doing 'bout a thousand in the blue Em

Frogmen, repped out cluein'

Left all the American Express cards

Left the passports, time shares, shit up in the Escort

Bail 'em, busting his joint, Chief O'Heara

That old, Louis McDarren, see the waves through the mirror

Spot that, hop that, through the top back

Ready to lock something, down for the cause, stop that

You play the king, I play the pawn, who the king of the Swarm

You wrong, where's the evidence? Watch the firearm

Where a tunnel of fans stand, I knew I had little bits of love

Hopin it'll be fair, he watch me, heavy roxy scene

He clean though, American Cream Team let him leave

See the moral of the story

Feeling me like Mordon and Glory when they came for me

Had fifty on the line, look at mine

All dressed down, handling lines, know the time