[Verse 1: Cody B. Ware]
Pick up your piece G
I'm representin' for Queens
Where n***as quick to fuck your bitch
And live luxurious dreams
I'm From the East, see
So you should know what I mean
NY 'til I die
World's spit as a team
Ain't nothing PG
NC-17
7 seas flow
Wetter gettin' better it seems
N***a, if need be
I'll take it up to the bean
Hit up Salim
Tell him bring the white bitches to me

[Verse 2: Lansky]
With my language, most think I'm from another planet
So many fake n***as wouldn't ever understand it
I'm left, like the hand I shake their hand with quick
Cause I'm back on the job like I missed a check
Called out
I'm sick still let all my ? spill
And then I take the paper
Get fresh for later
Big city of dreams
Levitating Queens with me
On top of the Koch bridge
Point to where I live
Lansky, Remy Banks, Nasty
Cotton
And that's a hundred percent
You must pick it
Years we put in
Blood, sweat, tears
Work live slaves, we some upset n***as
The best under the moon
Accept all challenges
With 3 Kings stay
Christmas, Jewish holidays
No days off
And that's on all calendars
Givin' you my twist till I pop like silencers