Featuring Kirk Knight, Capital STEEZ, A La $ole & CJ Fly
Produced by Bruce Leekix
(Verse)
Ok, vanity and sanity gives me my fuckin peace of mind
Shootin til millimeters of thoughts that’s just my peace of mind
Give me mine, I gotta go, I gotta eat, I gotta shine
This is my generation, confederation see through lies
Treaties of BP, of BG of fuji water, fuck you coming from?
Think here man, you fuckin up, militen or long shot give me bread then I play my part
And apparently parently until I see through dark
To the playground, don’t play on grounds until my kingdom comes
And if your body is a temple than let that kingdom come
So check if hell freeze over, then we’re all over
Niggas shootin down the range in a Range Rover,
Heroin in a range rover (rover) and it’s all over.
(Verse)
Tell me what they want from me?
Fuck that shit roll up the trees
Like ain’t nothing but a loose end dream, but I must admit I could use the cheese
King Capital, seen so many colors got black thoughts
In a psyc ward with a mic on they can’t say nothiing to em so they backing off
So I snuck in the room like an elephant, you can’t hide the truth that’s evident
Take a puff just to find out where heaven is, there’s the stuff grind for the smell of it
Giving the cops, a reason to stop, not the 47, not the beams and the gloccs
Third eye wide gonna aim for the top
I made that shit from the cream of the crop
(Hook)
They just mad, cause I'm the nigga that they wanna be, be, be, be, be
This for all the chicks that even try to front on me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Middle finger to the niggas makin fun of me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me
This for all my niggas who be eating for the cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese
(Verse)
I said peace to the cars, you know we be cruizin on that highway
Shorty said that I’m a big mac, I’ll have it my way
Wow, let’s not take it so slow, come to the crib and get with a pro
I'm kickin the floors that I pick like a fro
Cupid on swank cause that’s how we roll
How we pose, just to kill these tracks, I don’t even know
My rhymes are dope, white snow for noses
The vogue for poses, too fake for showbiz
I go nuts, you niggas roasted,
Young King Tut, that go to most man
My fly is golden, my eyes is open
Chuckie what’s the deal? can I get open
I interscope it, I spit it so raw, I live in the stars
We chillin on Mars, the king of New York
Space bomb ball, I shine like ball spots
Came through but on top, you niggas on shot
I ball by the way my jump shot, came from the under
So you niggas need to fall back, I bet my cage is
My said is greatness, never trust OG;s I’m two faced
If you don’t know this back to basics, I’m with this rap shit
No need for racing, facing, no competition compason,
Young private we blush erases, from broke to cakin
We eating good, flatbush to the world, you never should
Young flock come through with another hug
Leave them on death row like a nigga should
(Verse)
Trying to be a star so I satelite
I’m satisfied, nigga set as fly
I might not be there first to classify, no rationalize
With the hands of time, spittin every last new line
Feeling like I'm the last in line
Pay your respect and know that the cash is fine
My racin, feelin like the flash inside
The Pros so united by the crib, but can a man by popular demand
We fry still poppin in the pan, you shoulda known that I had flow them
What you waitin for? I'm taking off, you take too long
It ain’t my loss, if we ain’t involved, ain’t my fault
Ain’t got time to waste on bros, bang bang everytime I got this bad bars,
Better take time off, but when it’s time for my secret so time for, oh lord
Need dope shit, my crucifix, cut juicier when we choose to shift
Gangters used to say what we do with clipse?
Obbe doobie and we dead.
(Hook)
They just mad, cause I'm the nigga that they wanna be, be, be, be, be
This for all the chicks that even try to front on me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Middle finger to the niggas makin fun of me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me
This for all my niggas who be eating for the cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese.