[Intro: Conway]
Yeah, you see me, n***a
See what I do, n***a?
It's been a good year, know what I mean?
Got n***as doing bad though
It's crazy 'cause y'all n***as talk that big-money shit
N***as hurting though
Hah

[Verse 1: Conway]
Look, they tell me I'm cocky
'Cause I don't think no n***a can stop me
I'm the man right now, boy, sit and just watch me (Watch what I'm doing, n***a)
Style switch before you n***as could copy
Shooter slide through with a stick, it isn't for hockey
On my hip where the Glock be (Uh)
My city small, bitches I fuck saying rest in peace to the n***a that shot me, woah (That n***a gone, baby)
I'm the king now, my n***a, I'm Jaffe Joffer
But I travel with a semi like Akeem (Haaaaaaa)
Where I'm from they consider me top 3
Bar for bar, I don't think no n***a can top me (Can't fuck with mе, n***a)
The flow rare like vintagе Versace
Choppa close, can't let these n***as Biggie and Pac me, nah (Cap)
I'm shooting on sight, I ain't tryna fight (Uh uh)
But with the hands, I'm Triple G, half Iron Mike (Whooo)
Gun to his head, fired twice, they say I ain't right
But fuck how they feel about it (Fuck em)
Cross the morgue, fuck n***as get killed about it (Uh huh)
Youngin' shooting like Buddy Hield about it
That gangsta shit, boy, we still about it (Cap)
My jit waving the stick, he barely miss
Every time he see a n***a been hit, he say, "swish" (Hahahaha)
The semi clapped up
This for the n***as that violate parole
And say, "Fuck willing", send me back up
I wanna pop something, every time I pick this MAC up (Brrrrt, brrrt)
The hardest n***as out, n***as that's us
[Verse 2: Prodigy]
N***as tried to stop me for seventeen summers
But I been on these n***as' necks for twenty-three summers
I'm infallible, impossible to knock me off
Top of my game, they very soft; terry cloth
Cotton-ball n***a, I'm a blazing fire
I cook your flesh, and come test I, try your luck (Come)
New York state n***as on these hardcore streets (Yeah)
Catch a quick case, put the hardcore beats on 'em (Do it)
They on that trap shit, I'm on that booby trap life
Come at me, and you gon' step on a land mine
These n***as stay running and my n***as stay chasing (Get em n***as son)
They shooting by mistake, my shots calculated
'Cause prior to the murder, I meditated
On post-release supervision, I still get it shaking
Infamous reputation, ain't no fucking mystery (Nah)
I'm current events, you hip-hop history (Burn em)
Boxes of Red Stripe, big ting of marijuan'
Mind like Farrahkan, heart like the Taliban
You talk to me crazy, you dumb (What?)
I slap fire out you and bust your eardrum (Done)
This is top-tier rap, we second to none (Nuh uh)
Your lil' bars not strong enough to verse us

[Outro: Prodigy + sample]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know what I'm saying?
It's that Conway-Prodigy shit
That New York State gangsta shit
You got jokes man
Go on get in, get in, how you feel?
(sigh) 'ight
You better be because we got another big order come in
I heard (hey Rodney)
God created anything better than crack cocaine an kept that shit for himself. I mean this shit is like truth serum. It'll truly expose who you are. Man you happen to be uhh... lowlife rat bastard motherfucka, who would sell off his newborn for a suck off that glass dick. Crack will bring you right on in the light. Man I don't care if your black, white, Chinese, rich, poor, you take that first hit, you on a mission; and that mission will never end. Even when the house, the money, love ones are gone, and then they send you to the joint. You still gonna try to cop it
Dawg
The only time it ends, "Strike", that mission, is when your six feet under. And that's the reason why I don't ever want to hear about you using this shit you understand me?
Ahhh psshh you crazy?
Alright then, 'cause it's also the reason why I ain't ever going outta business. I'm a [?] in this mess right. And I got me the world's greatest product