[Verse 1]
Late night, down wind, and they schemin on your pantie
It's best to blend in, bredrin
And hope your dice rolls seven, if not, phone Kevin
He a friend of mine, he not really pussy
But not really a tough guy, when he shot his nine
Yo, he listen to doves cry, back in the days
He would give me a whole eighth and walk me to the train safe
Told me, grown men walk, only coward n***as strafe
When I was a lil n***a, he'd show me his toast
I'd follow him out to Gucci when he was coppin his loafs
And now I boost the beat till the floor shake
And I'm a spit the pain till the world ache
No debate, speak on my n***a life
Cause my mans was great at the corner store on thirty eighth
Like can we get together, all riders?
For a day filled with promise, Polos, and Pradas
Midnight Marauders, peace to your momma
She knew me as Chey, lil fat n***a always
Stealing racks from the crates, wanting to bust moves
Trying hard to be arrogant, parish fews
The high top ones, I had the white with the blue
And ain't nobody feel me but you, so bump this shit
While you sip on your brew, reminiscing on the real
N***a shit we went through, my dude, my dog
Used to see you politicin up at the rim spot
Q-Tip, Dre, Kanye, Demonte? and you had put me
In your fifth spot, now your n***a's shit tight
Like a wrist watch, word

[Verse 2]
Ayo word, how they face could ever fester my feelings
Man this soul too appealin, my music revealin
The insides of a n***a, I heard your CD your rhymes is iller
Man, you can't stand them Brooklyn guys
I be all move with the lava, then you look in the eyes
Hood scholar, I ain't never been to college, learned it all on my block
Bread force, but it sway, word to knowledge of Pac
Word

[Verse 3]
So East Flatbush it's disgustin, flows he bustin
In the same Polo sport, my mans beside me
He worried about them lil n***as in the building lobby
I ain't tough, but kept a blade since them n***as robbed me
Yeah the world too cold
N***as shinin shit and callin it gold, soon as your album drop, they callin it old
I kill flows and jeans with no holes in 'em
And all these beats got soul in 'em
I'm so winnin, but you prayin I lose
When I'm back in Brooklyn, I get the Choos, she like buy me black guy shoes
Them socks with Birkenstocks lowkey had you amused
But you still get undressed cause I need a muse
Now we lit as a fuse, it's no rules to the posse
If you from where I'm from, so I gave that bitch power
Word, my dick is a gun, your new disc went dumb
But Trey up in this bitch, you went fuckin with sum