Sit back relax, fake nikkaz don't get turns
Watch me massage ya brain with slang that's king
Projects filled with young men cause threats
Who is that? Thousand dollar chains and techs
Focus, the brokest nikkaz of life shyt
These mics is like cocaine Sun, check the suicidal hype shyt
Exchange mad blunts taste the sweepstakes
Keepin up on fakes outta state for cakes
No doubt, plus nobody amount, we making dough off of
Puttin fifty on the Land and Allah, it's like that
Pull ya shoes up black, matta of fact just adapt
Tie up, ya black Nike's and tight hats
Corners, stay surrounded with foreigners
Whattup dread? Feds caught you grudgin for his bread
But regardless, peace to jail nikkaz with charges
Unify layin in the guard with La
My Clan done ran from Japan to Atlanta, with stamina
Clingers and gamblers, and gram handlers
Tical like the Isle, so God, let's get steamed
Infrared guard yo' Beem, so seek nuff respect
Rude bwoy you bet, keep it movin par shallah
Pro black like tar
Designin the fly shyt and stay shinin and
the RZA pours more beats than Cristal's fine wine
Concrete raps go to black
with 50 other nikkaz on the other side of the map
Knew it's all good and all done what, we want some
Mike Tyson of this rap shyt, pullin out Macs for fun
rakewon >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>