[Verse 1: King Combs]
Yeah yeah turn me up what, CYN
Check uh
Solidify my status identify 'em as your highness
I grew up a Bad Boy, I'm bias
Thankful for my entire lifestyle, I could've been a crook on a wanted flyer
Instead I walk runways drippin' in my attire
My thoughts they all stretch, beyond and far fetched
We separate the kings and the pawns its all chess
And celebrate the many successes we gon' catch
Ring alarms you've been warned this kid is a bomb threat
I'm coming for all necks
Cause now I got the power to reach for a n***a collar, whoever they call next
Leaving them all stressed
Ya minor safe amount couldn't count for what I encountered if you wanna talk checks
Steady mackin' sitting in silk and satin, ain't I?
Started stacking something nice to keep the balance way high
In the city me and Smook been feeling savage, say I
Made type different a mood and an anthem
A few new grooves got 'em dancing, I feel like a legend
In the making on my way I still need a few lessons
Motivated off the wake up, I'm ready for breakfast
90's baby dropped the tape, I took that off the checklist
Living ways you see on TV, viewer's discretion
CYN don't follow rules we take newer direction
Bentley coupe the color blue, my roof is neglected
Guarantee ya favorite rapper approve of this message
I'm touching milestones
Stock rise, Dow Jones
Facts, now I could milk a cash cow, uh
Gotta get it any means, know my style homes
A lot of acres maybe i should bring the cow home
Any mistakes we learn from 'em get 'em back quick
Harlem shaking through the pressure, keep a bible on the dresser
Praying that we push the limits to max and
Put the family on the map and global atlas
Proceed as time pass it's on again I'm born to win like Kai Ca$h
Sorta the important Dior you can't find this
Live for the fly shit, I get initials embedded and pressed in the fine stitching
Never settle for less eat better than high shit
Cause I been, coolest in class since I was six
Read the terms and conditions search through the fine print
Better tell you King Combs the top of the king dome, n***a what
[Verse: 2 Kai Ca$h]
Yo, set the tone we go off like phones in class
They couldn't mute us, been working and made ourselves hot like Frank Lucas at the fight
Young real life legends with bright futures
We only catch cases of Aces, never stationed
We play the nation on flights at peace mind elevation
And nothing here was given just blessed with a foundation
So we took a new approach modified the blueprint and maneuvered different coasts, like its mandatory movement
See that old school, verbal, metaphoric shit was on some extra boring shit so we gon spice it up
Show yall what I can do let me light shit up and be present while I'm away I'm on some paranormal shit
They gettin' paranoid and shit, never shooken up
Flow like hibachi they way I show yall how I'm cooking up
Like Evani I'm putting pieces together
No separation we gon eat with each other, course set
Keep it together now I
Came to invade like a n***a picking locks
If it ain't money callin' then the signal getting dropped
Cause I need every penny in the stock
And a Latina that sing good like Jenny from the block
Rapping our asses off like the n***as from the LOX
Why you run with lil n***as bunch of minions
Anyone can test it bring ya best we came to give it all we got
A young Kenny Burke, we buildin' just let us work
Meditation in the Caymans vacations you never heard
Picking fabric I imagine that silk is a better shirt
CYN been on the rise, you remember who said it first
Wavy fellas too much pressure we making the metals burst, what
[Verse 3: King Combs]
Yo, see I like the girls that like to brag a lot
That never had a lot so I can give them that
Tell ya friends I bring that feeling back
Say the real is back, anything you want I give you that
And you ain't never gotta give it back
Yeah I'm talkin' Birkin, Chanel frames, Versace tops
All my joint worth all Michele Basquiat
You ain't gotta drop game when you got the drops
Drop the tops, from runways to parking lots
See, it's not a lot of n***as like me
From Miami to Grammys on ocean seas, ocean breeze
I'm cool like the ocean be
I'm right here where I'm supposed to be
And you know I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls I do adore
The many kind that drive me loco, she call me papa
My white girl kinda crazy my lady gaga
My ex chick love ballin' I call her Lala
I'm tryna put you on game
Just come to my side understand
Hit me when you drop ya man
I pick you up with a time and a plan what what

[Verse 4: Niko Brim]
Yo, CYN uh yo uh
I'm at the bottom realigning, designing my step
Designer charger, ducking charges the karma correct
I'm calm and collect
Mario coin dropping I'm copying
Everything that we seen on TV, I'm watchin' heart throbbin'
It's a jungle full of killers, guerrillas, and apes
Tear up ya food then I spit in ya face
My fingers at Jakes, tryna bring all my n***as to state
Lights on my ass, touching it all touching the brakes
Touching the safe, touching you all
We up in the place, touch what you want
None of us is touching a case
I wear a cape 'round my city I'm Clark Kent with a tan
Part-lay with my mans and hop skip in the van
Called state lines, wake up pop out for the fans
My pop up like I'm shakin' the block up, sold out in advance
I'm really sitting here devising the plan
N***as think I'm on locksmith
Pen in my hand
The great escape now yall should watch this
Been going off, I watched n***as check they watches
Time run low yall out of options
Yall straight killing us with the nonsense
Sci-fi n***as off drugs, because they lack the love of us, of them, of trust, its self expression
I'm rich of (?) I'm earning stars from the lethal weapon
I get it poppin' I'm Danny Glover in '87
Willing to live my life on the run, shit anybody test him
But this ain't scantron, kid
You get graded by the hand, bring a full flush kid
But on some king shit, got a question who I'm in the ring with
N***as be squares I weave the corners like a seamstress
Seamlessly beasty, wise but yall teach me
On another level toe to toe with the devil
On kettle steamers so far as even really should let it go
Really I'm vexed by whose the best, shit let 'em know
[Verse 5: King Combs]
Chicks know, Chris go anywhere he pleases
Get dough, split dough spend it for no reason
Believe it, bright lights when the charm on
And when in Hong Kong women love me long long
They turn my song on and the spot gone rock
The block is hot, when the clique arrive in drops
And many girls show me love any place I go to
States I coast to, planes i flown through
And I never knock the hustle cause I know I'ma pop
Model chicks hit my line when they seen me drop
I'm in the Uber like the ruler
See ya, I'ma scoop ya
Watch by Frank Muller, diamond don't fool ya, n***a