Rollin' funky out the iron, time for no discussion Thuggish, ruggish, ball thugs, movin' work
In dozens Gettin' buckets, shootin' at your neck
OGs still servin' that old spice, lick it in Gillette
Speed sticks, they under the arm, cause shit ain't never fresh
City full of outlaws, bandit crooks and cop cars
Club demons and knockoffs in person, they get locked up when we on the block
Spend some feens, serve them fine, China once they hit the spot
The shooter beam him up, he never need a spot cause context
Remember hittin' jugs off the context, and I never said the thing
OZ full of OGs, we rollin' stogies of potency
Married to the mission, we share the vows in the wedding rings
Solemn oaths and crazy quotes
Enforcin' the reduction of the rappers who don't break the mold
Revolution won't be televised cause we be using phones
But don't see the cost, really it's the strangest part
Come on pelican fly, the night sky brighter than the sunshine
The apple of my eye, I got butterflies when I arrived in NY
Surprised by the high rise, catch me outside tryin' to survive
Monetize an enterprise to get what is mine
The third eye strive for my bloodline, the golden heritage
I'm 14 carrots of Arabic, the head of the chair declared
So say your prayers, cause I'm running out the major like it's the Pine Barings
It's apparent the rap Jeff Jarrett doesn't care about embarrassment
The snare hit a good Samaritan, life is as fair as musical chairs
The long term's uncertain, the price overturned
CEOs speak on earnings, the learning curve
Imagine your face in the dirt, now tasty self worth, I'd rather
Chase bourbon and have a word of concern with the Federal Reserve
The nerve of the family office that's sellin' off the Roth, off the charts
Of the moving average, thousands of feet of rock wall underneath Manhattan
What happened to my passion for systematic bid to ask Math
I touch grass, before that was Kevin Nash and Boom Bap
You can have the mansion in the Hamptons, the last chapter's elastic
Down to brass tacks, hat tip, the forever lastin' rap
Pray Mantis and it's management
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Rollin' funky out the iron, time for no discussion Thuggish, ruggish, ball thugs, movin' work
In dozens Gettin' buckets, shootin' at your neck
OGs still servin' that old spice, lick it in Gillette
Speed sticks, they under the arm, cause shit ain't never fresh
City full of outlaws, bandit crooks and cop cars
Club demons and knockoffs in person, they get locked up when we on the block
Spend some feens, serve them fine, China once they hit the spot
The shooter beam him up, he never need a spot cause context
Remember hittin' jugs off the context, and I never said the thing
OZ full of OGs, we rollin' stogies of potency
Married to the mission, we share the vows in the wedding rings
Solemn oaths and crazy quotes
Enforcin' the reduction of the rappers who don't break the mold
Revolution won't be televised cause we be using phones
But don't see the cost, really it's the strangest part
Come on pelican fly, the night sky brighter than the sunshine
The apple of my eye, I got butterflies when I arrived in NY
Surprised by the high rise, catch me outside tryin' to survive
Monetize an enterprise to get what is mine
The third eye strive for my bloodline, the golden heritage
I'm 14 carrots of Arabic, the head of the chair declared
So say your prayers, cause I'm running out the major like it's the Pine Barings
It's apparent the rap Jeff Jarrett doesn't care about embarrassment
The snare hit a good Samaritan, life is as fair as musical chairs
The long term's uncertain, the price overturned
CEOs speak on earnings, the learning curve
Imagine your face in the dirt, now tasty self worth, I'd rather
Chase bourbon and have a word of concern with the Federal Reserve
The nerve of the family office that's sellin' off the Roth, off the charts
Of the moving average, thousands of feet of rock wall underneath Manhattan
What happened to my passion for systematic bid to ask Math
I touch grass, before that was Kevin Nash and Boom Bap
You can have the mansion in the Hamptons, the last chapter's elastic
Down to brass tacks, hat tip, the forever lastin' rap
Pray Mantis and it's management
In dozens Gettin' buckets, shootin' at your neck
OGs still servin' that old spice, lick it in Gillette
Speed sticks, they under the arm, cause shit ain't never fresh
City full of outlaws, bandit crooks and cop cars
Club demons and knockoffs in person, they get locked up when we on the block
Spend some feens, serve them fine, China once they hit the spot
The shooter beam him up, he never need a spot cause context
Remember hittin' jugs off the context, and I never said the thing
OZ full of OGs, we rollin' stogies of potency
Married to the mission, we share the vows in the wedding rings
Solemn oaths and crazy quotes
Enforcin' the reduction of the rappers who don't break the mold
Revolution won't be televised cause we be using phones
But don't see the cost, really it's the strangest part
Come on pelican fly, the night sky brighter than the sunshine
The apple of my eye, I got butterflies when I arrived in NY
Surprised by the high rise, catch me outside tryin' to survive
Monetize an enterprise to get what is mine
The third eye strive for my bloodline, the golden heritage
I'm 14 carrots of Arabic, the head of the chair declared
So say your prayers, cause I'm running out the major like it's the Pine Barings
It's apparent the rap Jeff Jarrett doesn't care about embarrassment
The snare hit a good Samaritan, life is as fair as musical chairs
The long term's uncertain, the price overturned
CEOs speak on earnings, the learning curve
Imagine your face in the dirt, now tasty self worth, I'd rather
Chase bourbon and have a word of concern with the Federal Reserve
The nerve of the family office that's sellin' off the Roth, off the charts
Of the moving average, thousands of feet of rock wall underneath Manhattan
What happened to my passion for systematic bid to ask Math
I touch grass, before that was Kevin Nash and Boom Bap
You can have the mansion in the Hamptons, the last chapter's elastic
Down to brass tacks, hat tip, the forever lastin' rap
Pray Mantis and it's management
Writer: Ali Berri
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