Boss shyt, your Lordship
nikkas talkin' yachts and some more shyt
I used to run the block, now I'm corporate (corporate)
Hoppin' out, you know it's Son when the doors lift
Whole squad hide the burners (whole squad)
Mets hats in the sky like Bobby Shmurda
They watch me like a chip', courtside at The Rucker
Flow only getting tougher, she beggin' me to cuff her
Brooklyn Sweet Chick, waffles with raspberry butter
Wear a mink at the roller rink middle of the summer
If I can't get it done, I got soldiers with me to cover
Queens get the money, we only stackin' it upwards
G's stay icy 'cause shyt get spicy
She on Demon Time, I get her a timepiece
Patek, nikkas not lit, not like me
Can't get nothin' by me, my mind is 2090