Open up the 1-800 door, we comin' for more Juxtapositions, switchin' up my ambition 'Cause this rap game is too small of a pond For me to fuckin' fish in Attack Of The Clones, six blunts to the back of the dome I'm packin' the chrome, all slugs, no home defense Not over the hill, but I'm close, I'm Over the fence, trump niggas like Mike Pence My bitch thick, yo hoe dense This money that I'm makin' make no sense It's all bills like legislation Fuck dad raps and inspiration This is Ghostface on Supreme Clientele Eyes on the prize, that No-bel (Supreme) Rappin' about anything else like Stay off my coattail, I hope you burn in hell Do it for the city like Fat Trel (Supreme) Logic stack money and rap well Pull out the final draft, sharpenin' the craft Dialogue to make the audience laugh Louis briefcase, matter fact, I grab the Goyard [?] jeans with the Lost and Founds, that shit go hard A hundred and fifty, that's on my wrist (Supreme) Fuck the bust down 'cause my diamonds is pristine Constantly on the search for balance Like Dramamine (Supreme) 'Na what I mean?
Uh Young nigga been finessin' since GameCube Countin' these numbers like a pneumatic road tube That's that black strip in the road That be countin' cars as they approach You a bug, you a roach And we ain't even gotta use bug spray Grandmama say "Don't do what the thugs say. " Probation say "Gotta do what the judge say And drug tests every Monday" Drivin' the wrong way on the one-way But it's a Benzo, not a Hyundai So I hope the police don't find me (Supreme) I'll be singin' like Marvin Winans Bunch of soft niggas, call 'em tall vaginas Stretchin' shawty out like a soft recliner She a material girl, but she ain't Madonna (Supreme) Uncle with the ketamine and marijuana If she f- the wrong then she for sure a goner A with the green like cowabunga Get my packs at a Rancho Cucamonga, nigga