[Verse 1: Juice]
The high exalted professional like DJ Clue?
I might get lost like, every night

Hell my life like, a vivid picture, a !@$^o movie
Smoking Buddha with shooters, manoeuvring the steez
Sharp like a Ginsu I bleed for your sins

I'm G, double O D
Believe what I feel, feel what I see
Do what I want, why you trying to do what I do?

Stay in your lane young man
I do my thing young man


[Verse 2: Erick Arc Elliott]
Although I never made a reason to lie, I kiss the sky
Her imagination bleed into mine, we intertwined

Divine to a T, cop you want from me?
The cops cop from the bums, the bums cop from me
True say, young virgin eyes, are from demise

Where the pun is bite the curb and die, I improvise
Not to televise reality, your dreams are falsified
Now you pivot on your wish to be wise as third eye

Long shot, one try, let fly

[Verse 3: Juice]

Body like a Michelle Tucker
$#&@ her like I love her
It's simple as we break it down on instrumentals

Straight killer ninja, bounty on your head
Wrap you in your sheets, defecate, suffocate and bleed
As you plead, give me all the ganja, the money

Being broke, ain't a damn thing funny
No taxes, dirty money circle like the axis
Wax this dap %#@!

Young high and black, (*##$!

[Verse 4: Erick Arc Elliott]

Whoever said "Trix are for kids" don't know this (*##$
Real ^!$$%, vintage apparel and fake friends
Real ^!$$%s make it apparent and make ends

So I architect the future and embarrass the fake brands
Say word man them ^!$$%s they nervous too
We on the cusp or something, .38 is starting to brew

Making these movements, plus you do the interlude
But I won't produce unless you nude miss
Otherwise you useless, yes you useless

So light a loose lit

[Verse 5: Meech]

Pop up at your funeral shirtless and spit on your hearse (*##$, the worst is ^!$$% you worthless
Better off dead, so you laying in dirt deaves
I'm better off dead cause zombies emerging

Soon the ideology will be full surface
And I won't have to go back to snatching purses and yapping Urkels
Semi automatic leave the funeral service

Mother with running mascara clutching the hearses
Dark ^!$$% but I never [?]
What is your purpose?

Hopefully on the crossroads you learn it
That's if you earn it, that's for certain
Money on my mind, !@!@&& my taste buds

Young black and deprived so the world I shake up
Who's your maker, look me in my eyes ^!$$%
Meet your maker, meet your maker


[Bridge: Action Bronson]
It's me

From the top floor view I can see it all
From this top floor view I can see it all
Dog, my (*##$ look like Nia Long

Dog, my (*##$ look like Nia Long
They say it's lonely where I'm at
%#@!, I'm quite cozy in the Jag

They say it's lonely where I'm at
%#@!, quite cozy...


[Verse 6: Action Bronson]
I'm sitting at the outdoor desk with my pants off
Face timing my little mama back in France
Speaking broken English, my golden features is the reason
Why they stroke my ^&@#$ when I sing songs, it's like a stroke of genius

I'm Eric Clapton in a black Benz, stack ends
You can tell my eyes are blue through the mac lens
Lord cleanse me, for dead soldiers pour Henny
Uh, pour it...


The peppered steak was salty but I ate it cause I love her
She put sugar in her vegetables, she grew up in the gutter
Tator Tots with every meal, her body like a goddess
Fingers, toes are polished, Super Sport Impalas
Red flowers- that's to signify a new start

Cause without you, I've been living with a blue heart
Mixed emotions from the purple- got me cloudy
Got me wiling, got me speedin' in the Audi
In Maui


Queens %#@!
Peace to my mother$#&@ing brothers
Flatbush...Yeah
No, we too high to die