[INTRO]

(How can you do it?)

[Verse 1: Omar Santana]

Soldi a ventaglio

Questa bimba chiama

Mentre sto pensando il pacco

Non voglio i tuoi baci

Mi rende contento il guap

Chiama per i soldi son già qua!

Siamo il compasso

Tiriamo fuori diamanti da quel sasso

Sta merda è Crazy

Eran di più ma gli abbiamo stesi

Hanno parlato gli abbiamo presi

Organizzati come i cinesi

Yaya

Prima ero a riempire i blister

Lui ammira la mia realness

Prima era un fan, dopo un dawg, un ora bitches

Fa finta di esser real

Ma è tuo padre che cha il business

In tasca 5 bands mi sento un Rockefeller

Porto la mia bitch nel hotel

Questa tipa è chic non ha le extension

Coi miei homies nelle home invasion

Santana

[Verse 2: JimmyTheHood]

Nie mogę mieć marzeń, bo marzenia spełniam

Widzisz mą kieszeń, ma kieszeń jest pełna

Ledwo dorosłem- uciekłem z Warszawy

Wróciłem do niej już jako legenda

Dawno układałem w głowie pojebany plan

Prawie nikt nie uwierzył, serio, byłem w tym sam

Dziś rośnie TheHood, eskaluje gang

Po to ciągle to grałem i do dzisiaj gram

Ze starych blizn mam zbroję jak Armor

Znowu w Warszawie link up z Santaną

Nie mam CV, staki same spadają

Starzy koledzy się kleją jak sidehoes

[Verse 3: Convince]

CV and Jimmy spin man like a vinyl

We got The Hood on the end of our title

Lifestyle is vital, fuck all the rivals

This is the real shit, not a recital

Talk about top 5s

Man, I ain't the fourth, or the fifth, or the second or the third

Of course I'm lit like a bunsen burner

Tell a wasteman "Fuck what you heard"

Been about, big whip, man swerving

Bro know I've got the P's in the front, P's in the back

Looking like I just passed learning

Big CV, I've been working

Know a couple gyal around for the mandy

Get your candy like Aggro Santos (get you some)

I know a couple man be waiting on the CV

Coming like an interview whenever man drop

Man shake the room whenever man drop

Tell a gyal throw that back and then land it

I love stretching bands on these bankrolls

Coming like the Internet with this bandwith

So, fuck what you're telling me

Your bitch is a wench, I ain't been up on the bench since Year 6 assembly

Pardon my French but I hate when a man wanna fuck about, fuck with my energy

I make him drop like a can in a vending machine

This bitch got a back like she be Lebanese

Whole of her life she'll be mentioning me

[Verse 4: Armor]

I don’t want smoke but I’m holdin that

Cali get rolled from my Poland Pack

Missed his call at 2 AM two oh four gassed when I phoned him back

And I been prang think my phone is tapped

Convince said "should I just, should I just lamp him"

I ain't gonna hold him back

Santana bang bang cos he’s holdin waps

Bad baddie bad back put a bulge in pants

Get her addy land packs if I lotion that

Wanna come see me I’ll give her the wood

I don't use Jimmys, im with JimmyTheHood grr