Shout my young New York n#gg#s out there on that drill sh#t
Yeah, yeah, ayo
Yo, let me try this sh#t out right here
The scars of martyrs, the path of b#stard seeds
Effects of absentee fathers passed on with ease
Hope the babies eat healthier, and may we get wealthier
They was not givin’, we ask for forgiveness, not permission
Whole clique is each other counsellor
Holdin’ sticks without a hockey puck
Can’t co-sign ’em, them n#gg#s not with us
Hop on a private jet with twеlve tenants
Right when I land, thе chopper to Manhattan is twelve minutes
I put the “real” in “real n#gg#”, that’s on my momma though
Homie, you gotta feel me from Cali out to the Calliope
Slicker than Desi Arnez on my Copa Cabana flow
In Houston with a thick one eatin’ at Pappadeaux
Shit, it was written, choppin’ up competition
I seen both ends of the ladder, ain’t see no silver platter
Fiction don’t even matter, we don’t ask for the cameras
Guess they used to the ego havin’ head in the air
Hollywood gangsta, goons with ’em everywhere
I’m the opposite, smooth, not spreading fear
I’m on top and I surprise ’em
I’m on top and I surprise ’em
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