(Verse: Styles P)

Hope these lil’ niggas done heard of me

Got the hammer hittin’ they vertebrae

You think I mean a gun, I mean a real hammer

I got nails, I’ma bring lil’ niggas to surgery

Barbaric, you all hear it

He’s so foul, he might bring a gun and lick shots at the pallbearers

That’s the old Ghost, they say the new one cool

Killa, 718 and the 212

And the 914, any area code

You a double player, make the chick carry the load

And then carry the load

I got a wife in the streets, yeah, I married ‘em both

Hip-Hop and the hammer, yeah, I carried ‘em both

No butter, nigga, I suggest you carry the toast

Watchin’ Vito and Carlito from LOX

We are considered the dark Beatles

Came a long way from duckin’ the park needles

Sand and Sorato(?), Southside, nigga

Foot on the gas, motto is to outride niggas

‘Cause the truth ain’t never have to outlie niggas

Kill a top five, you ain’t got to doubt mine, niggas

Still got work coming up ‘round nine niggas

Told the ‘hood that I’m back, they said “’Bout time, nigga”

Light up the gas so we can hit cloud nine, niggas

(Verse: Dave East)

Blocks been shot up, they scared to walk through ‘em

Caught a body young, some niggas was scared to talk to ‘em

That was my man, you know how life curve

I was into Polo then he put me on to Iceberg

Beg my Ma for that sweater with Snoopy on it

Seen Biggie on BET and wanted a Coogi on me

Fuck whoever you roll with, I don’t care who your homie

My lil’ homie don’t like to pass, he a shooter only

Listen, I’m from the bottom of the basement

This money is a drug, I got addicted when I taste it

I was into checks, either TD or Chase it

In Parkchester, thinkin’ of a way to get this bracelet

So many rumors when your name get lit

The ones saying they did the most ain’t did shit

Got caught with a couple chicks and my name got picked

I’m the hottest nigga spitting for niggas ain’t got shit

Older niggas say I’m nice, they respect how I came in

All money ain’t good money, move when it makes sense

Hit the bar daily, I got New York on my back, nigga

Skinny body walk with a big gun, make ‘em act bigger

Broke but on Instagram, everybody act richer

Pack flipper

Three bitches, that’s company, I’m Jack Tripper

P watchin’ Carlito, I’m watchin’ Godfather

Phone died talkin’ to the plug, ain’t have a car charger

Had the 6th floor bumpin’ like acne

Put these Louboutins on and take it to (?), exactly

(Verse: Nino Man)

They see me all on the scene

It was only a dream

Gotta go through the struggle just to know what I mean

15, bang bang, I’m addicted to green

Posted up, real shit, this ain’t a meme

I was only a teen gettin’ money tryna stay out the way

But these sucka niggas never wanna stay in they place

So I’m straight

They just horsin’ around so hey

I’m OK, hope you still look the same at your wake

Better pray ‘fore the tech spray ya

We will literally x-ray ya

That’s why my team got the best players

I was taught to stack bread, talkin’ is cheap

Now my money do the talkin’, now they openly speak

I be runnin’ shit when you can barely walk in the streets

Since you preaching, hope your coffin is free

‘Cause we aim at foreheads

We pour lead, make sure they all dead

More spread, I got it in a Jiffy like cornbread

Cross me, nigga dead meat like Boar’s Head

You fronted out the blue, I left him and the floor red

Showed ‘em love, they started plottin’ ‘em

I’m fuckin’ mamis in (?) like I’m platinum

I ain’t signed to a major yet but I’m poppin ‘em

They jockin ‘em

We not related, stop it bro

This is my reality

Fuck if niggas mad at me

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