[Hook: Roc Marciano & Meyhem Lauren]
Live by the gun, die by it
Chrome .357 with the rubber grip
Sippin' Baileys on the rocks like Puffy
Cut the pie, ghetto stockbrokers
Cut the pie, ghetto stockbrokers (uh)
Stay fly til the day I die, that's the slogan (Yo, Muggs, what up?)

[Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren]
Fuck king of New York
I wanna be king of the world
My agenda's got a different twirl
Different twist, you hear swiss ticks from my wrist
It's like fuck these other n***as they don't even exist
Being cold in the winter, that's no longer my steez
I'm 'bout to trade this fucking ming for like a hundred white T's
Social worker mentality, sergeant side salary
This world is insignificant, I come from the galaxy Queens
Disappear strong, reappear stronger (uh)
Pockets got fatter and my money got longer (uh)
I look like James Stock when he played God
Juice like JQ mixed with A rods
Serious, lane switchin', drivin' with a purpose
Floatin' in a fire, but believe I'm never nervous
Henny in the thermos while we buildin' in the furnace
I earned this, respect the service
I'm continental
[Hook: Roc Marciano & Meyhem Lauren]
Live by the gun, die by it
Chrome .357 with the rubber grip
Sippin' Baileys on the rocks like Puffy
Cut the pie, ghetto stockbrokers
Cut the pie, ghetto stockbrokers (uh)
Stay fly til the day I die, that's the slogan

[Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren]
Street beneficiaries hard-headed like a [?]
Traditional my shit's VS I never like canaries
Fuck the social shit (shit)
I'm in a special zone (zone)
All that really means is that I like to be alone
Chrome cream criminals, crack spots, detached blocks
Beatdowns, bitterness, backdowns with black Glocks
I've been through it, been flew, and been true and still do this
I'm a motherfuckin' G, n***a! Uh!
MAC-10, holdin' bills, still foldin' (foldin')
Til they can't fold no more, my life's golden (uh)
My ice frozen, designed ?potent fly clothin'?
Each thread covering my flesh is handwoven
Known a freak abroad cop kicks and sneaker horde?
Servin' circles out of cheaper cloth, uh
Drink in my hand, feet in the sand
Mets fan like a cowbell man
Peace, beloved
[Hook: Roc Marciano & Meyhem Lauren]
Live by the gun, die by it
Chrome .357 with the rubber grip
Sippin' Baileys on the rocks like Puffy
Cut the pie, ghetto stockbrokers
Cut the pie, ghetto stockbrokers (uh)
Stay fly til the day I die, that's the slogan