[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
Lets begin
Lyrical exercise without a pen
Iceberg fit, I'm fittest to win a photographer's Achilles
The illest to live in your lens
Sixteens filled 'em with gems
Big heart give a limb to my friends, give a life to my kids
Look at my daughter's eyes twice, I'mma live
For her, I just melt like ice in the fridge
In this triflin' biz, I'mma protect mines, make sure the rifle is hid
In case you roll a dice in this bitch, it's my house
Rap n***as bitches really don't make me go ike in the crib
My life full of highlights you would lie to relive
96 crystal
No cups, me and homie pass the bottle back and forth like kiss styles
Retro New Yorker, attitude Chris Childs
And Kobe at the garden
7 series play, just flipped me a foreign
Broke business boy you talkin for it
Big wire transfer it hit in the morning

[Chorus: Smoke DZA]
Uh, 96 crystal
Retro New Yorker attitude Chris Childs
Penthouse vibes with my rich pals, switch crowds
96 crystal
Retro New Yorker attitude Chris Childs
Penthouse vibes with my rich pals, switch crowds
[Verse 2: Dave East]
I bought a Filippe just to Patek it
We livin' reckless
Powder all over the table bitches is baggin' up naked
That's your strip, why you neglect it
Glock, I'd rather tech it
Mortal Kombat but I still got the same attitude as Tekken
Blood clot, me and my youth, Jamaican food on top the dresser
Military rifles, 80 shots in it, designer weapons
Gloves on so ain't no fresh prince, I am legend
You confusing all your folks with your views you Kanye West'in
Retro New Yorker, my attitude Bernard King
Might spend the night in Flatbush with my yard ting
I'm dirty but my car clean
DZA, this shit give me Wu vibes, you know, chef RZA
You god, Ghostface Killa
Liquid Swords, GZA
Phone tapped, please don't pick up
Peanut butter guts
Exterior as white as the coke you sellin' they on to us
Syringes left me spooked, I never liked needles
Favorite movie Poltergeist, I like evil
I hope they make the right sequel
Life style wild the way we livin', might make your wife leave you
Your number cheap but here take my number, I might need you
I'm sick, I'm addicted to dead white people
Watch your body, nobody playin fair, don't let life cheat you
[Chorus: Smoke DZA]
Uh, 96 crystal
Retro New Yorker attitude Chris Childs
Penthouse vibes with my rich pals, switch crowds
96 crystal
Retro New Yorker attitude Chris Childs
Penthouse vibes with my rich pals, switch crowds