[Verse 1: Rome Streetz]
Uh, Ayo you n***as garbage I'm way ahead by a large margin
See no comp in this house of Hip Hop bitch I'm Macaulay Culkin
The god they call me often come to usher you off to your coffin
Rock expensive cloths don't give a fuck what it's costin'
It's catching wreck, gettin' travelers checks out in Boston
Fuck having a boss I profit off what I'm involved in
All sins committed for the love of the Fetti slime
Was borderline federal no petty crime
Illegal life artistry I got the world fiend' out for my next design
Chef the god just recollect checks off my impressive mind
N***as tried to front but fold up soon as you press the line
And be like "never mind" I only polly with the clever kind
I'll forever shine I was made for this, my dope leaking through the wrapper open the pack up and take a whiff
Nasal drip, fly player shit, my latest clip a greatest hit
Homicide and Futurewave makin' it
The waviest raw like white work they was cookin' up in eighty-six
No sample if you wanna take a sniff then pay for this
I'll prefer the paper up front and I ain't changing shit
The waviest raw like white work they was cookin' up in eighty-six
No sample if you wanna take a sniff then pay for this
I'll prefer the paper up front and I ain't changing shit

[Verse 2: Starker]
Yeah, Uh, my pile of stories rather allegory
Rockin' Gore-Tex in my forties, I'm out for yellow bricks like Dory We out here chevvin' your shordie
Bitch pop a kiss she gonna book a flight for me and my n***as
We act a fool perform our songs all a movie
No lie detector my survival lesson
Artists ain't learnin' they lesson until you send 'em real high like a Jetson
Movin' way above the Jefferson's, uh light work con Edison
We grip we wake a twin and move a sedative
Major flavors blocks in the street like Holly blocks in Jamaica
Drop these singles like clumsy secretaries fallin' with papers
My uncle JB had a chain so big he threw it on his kids for punishment
That's my blood then I couldn't tell you his government
Give him a "guard you" and I'm gunnin' it
Sun touch my son no wonder won this to the island I flex, watchin' Tibaná
Heard these bullets go within, I got blicks for temples of Solomon
Estella then stick 'em up, no compliments he gave it up
For massive digits do doing bad and business
You will be [?] magicians