[Intro]
What up my G? You know I woke up graciously this morning, you know what I'm saying, anxious. Like about 4 o'clock in the morning and shit, sparked the L. You know started thinking and reminiscing and shit. Started looking at shit, you know what I'm saying. It's kind of funny how these n***as wanna sugar coat violence, n***a. You can't sugar coat violence, n***a. How the fuck you gonna sugar coat murder and mayhem, n***a?

[Verse: Meyhem Lauren]
Play the block when it's dumb cold
You never seen me rocking slum gold
Fuck around, I'll make your son fold
My story's untold n***a, I'm a G though
My wisdom effective, my vision I'm a see dough
Glide like a figure skater when I get the data
I'm busy getting paper, catch you n***as later
We ain't grow the same so we grew apart
My n***as getting money so my crew is smart
Uh, street scholars seek dollars
Custom made shirts, I pop unique collars
It's still Queens for the victory
Complexion hickory, flexing making history
Moving unpredictably, I live under the radar
Maneuver invisibly when hopping out the grey car
Unless I'm tryna bag a mami
And swerve in the punani when it's creamy like Chobani
Fly before rap so rap could never gas me
Smooth when I hop out that whip I speak raspy
Fast be the way that I live, uh
Cash [?] your wig
That's how it go down so I don't really trust these streets
It's fucked up because I lust these streets
Up for weeks trying to get it
That's how them Queens n***as get it
Super Avengers, Mets symbols on their fitted
I need an intern to bag 100 thousand fifties
My future's looking prosperous, it could arouse the gypsies
Bat cave president, never hesitant
Floating moving potent while you stepping on the sediment