Yeah, harlem, bronx, brooklyn
Let's make a bet
I know the reason you ain't make it yet

You say you set but you ain't see the tedious ingredients
That go inside of a rider, you hiding from problems and
You never knew how to make dollars

You couldn't make orders at a drive-through McDonald's
I was fly at the Apollo with Black Jason, 89 with a bottle
^!$$%s jealous of Jason

Dark green seven forty, no tint
Rollie on wrist, gleaming he rock the baldy
Used to ride with him to Brooklyn, Louis, and Hallsey

Cop chocolate thai, Vernon style and burn it down
My ^!$$% hype in the federal joint, verdict out
Twenty years getting money in the dirty south

That's alleged, you see my ^!$$%'s a stand up dude
So I'm yelling free my ^!$$%
My nephew godfather Malik, he jammed up too

For what his hands usually call for but he ain't do it

[Refrain] Victoria Monet

Who you are ain't in the recipe to what I am
Cause where I'm from, man
What I see you wouldn't understand

Where I been and what I do
No matter how you try you never can
Cause where I'm from

What I see you wouldn't understand
Where I been, where I been


You ever been on the other end of a robber's revolver
Not me, call me lucky nas casalana
Or been shot in the medulla oblongata and survived

And praise god with a bullet I never collided
Some did and they lived
I salute the gods

Moet spilling, splashed by mistake on my timb boots for y all
N.y. ^!$$%, adidas, jogging suit
Shelltoes, slim, fly ^!$$%

Hudson river, rent a boat, t-shirt with a dinner coat
And vintage fila like I'm the ghost of domencio
On any day getting throwed in a tinted vehicle

Like a old bk gangsta, but I'm the ceo
Of nasty nas enterprises, mastermind, made men
My success symbolizes loyalty, great friends

Dedication, hard work, routine builds character
In a world full of snakes, rats and scavengers
Never make choices out of desperation, I think through it

Break through walls like pink floyd
And drink fluids of all kind of alcohol y all
Vineyards in france, yachts out in cannes


[Refrain]


Now holla at a millionaire
Rollie, hublot and audemar, deciding which one to wear
Who to screw, what to drive

550 with the cream guts inside
Or the super sport range truck is fly
Diamond ring on my knuckles like fire, (*##$

Gat's on us, I don't really trust these guys
Spend a couple bucks a night on bottles on cuties
If she beautiful, the lustful type

I'll hit it and bust inside
$#&@ it, i'mma die one day
They gon' probably make that day a holiday

Until then, let's go on a shopping spree
Speaking for my real ^!$$%s, only ogs
Certified who kill ^!$$%s when put in that seat

But tonight we on chill ^!$$%, chill mode
Spill more spades, listen to jeezy and hov, some rozay
It's like we always on the grind with no brakes

So tonight we gon' act like we on vacation with this on rotation

[Refrain]


True b ^!$$%, yeah
For my hood ^!$$%s, yeah, yeah
To my man eric b what up, yeah
The whole city, I see you

To my man big slate in the fed joint
My man spunk, free my ^!$$%s
All my ^!$$%s, yeah
Club Vernon, I see you
I see you, yeah

And baltum, I see you