Feat. Haz Solo

(Verse: Tay Butler)

I grew up on Wu-Tang, AZ, reasonable Jay-Z
Named my son Nas, cause that ill manic raised me
Moms used to send me to the store for a pastry

I came back and watch Kank lean up ova Stacey
I'm tutored by the legends, now I'm in the bracket with the veterans
Goin' head to head in elections, utilize connections

Barz free Yann Louise like suicide injections
Few spinach hardens me, I'm losing my erection
Saw these !@#( holdin' notes

Bow ties, leather skirts, man bags, overcoats
Used to get comatosed, now it's high fructosed
All you gotta do to be a boss is ride suco

Who cares? Made it back tho
Gone so much, I played it back tho
Done so much, almost forgot what I'm back fo'

Camoes, black thrones trappin' up that band-o
Black Rambo, came back from Iraq
Now servin' rap Van Gogh

Used to watch sand blow, now I will watch yolo's
Who divide red snappers with the lamp-o
Make me a-goin' hard like hands broke

Swear I got fans, bro
Held it down till I came out, like hands on
Shield let yo hands soak

Sawy while yo G embrace wisdom
Replace systems, custom made cotton with the rays tintless


(Verse: Haz Solo)
Aye, yo, Tay, they gotta pay respect
Yea, I rap, but I support like the baby's neck

Navy avarex fowls chop to the greatest death
Swing nasty as a razor neck
She got the point like I raised her neck

Then peep the grandure of the flow and say I may be next
Got the poison, fetch the quarter boy, match the mesh
Nostalgic like a Polaroid, remind you we're the best

We the catalyst, these rhymes are cataclysmic
Ashy hands brush the biscuit toe
I'm all about business, tho

Three M silkies are rockin' this fo' sure
Grab the fifth of Henney, gotta sip it slow
This %#@! is gold, real hittaz, we're the winners bro

We on the eight flo', spittin' nonsense
Ain't no coincidence we live on prospect
We livin' prospects

Cupid link, the sky set, callin' me the Black Dan Keif
The quiet's cut like the canabis leaf
Pull-ups with the plate of my knees

It takes time to shove iron inside of a Meg Ryan
Defiant, they say we did it with the first
So the second time around we exact toe they eyelids

Hm, throw pellage, no edit, you get beheaded
When my ten toes down, no credit, poor with etiquette
When you dealin' with us, I have you ridin' on the back of the bus

With no leverage