[Intro: Kool G Rap]
Yeah, y'all know what it is, man
Bless Picasso
The ferocious KGR
You know what it do

[Verse 1: Kool G Rap & Conway the Machine]
(Uh) Whole world goin’ crazy (Crazy)
Violence in Haiti to the dried-up Euphrates
When they say peace safety people pushin' daisies (Daisies)
Vacinated, givin' birth to black-eyed babies (For real)
Beginnin’ of sorrow's clearly what we livin' in
Blood-red rivers and lakes with nutn swimmin' in
Brick currency dollar cash gon' business men (business men)
Skinny and thin n***a, whole body diminishin'
Fuel for the beasts, two degrees, gangs rule the streets
What I foresee's a whole lotta eulogies
Carnage and cruelty, n***as killin' for food to eat
As villains willin’ they broke inside the zoo to feast
Military teams sweep a whole buildin’ clean (Clean)
Faced with them guillotines, n***as gon' spill the beans (Uh)
Don’t even think that you can split the scene
Your grip is mean, stretched from the strips (Yeah) in Queens to the Phillipines

[Verse 2: Conway the Machine & Bless Picasso]
Still be on go time, still be on G missions (Huh)
Still got the dope in the kitchen, boy, remixin' (Whip)
Used to fiends standin' at the back window, teeth missin' (Haha)
Now, it’s G-Wagons with the AMG deep dishes
(Talk to these n***as, king) Yeah, look
Million-dollar trap phone (Yeah)
The Lamborghini truck wrapped chrome (Vroom)
The Devil's reject—boy, I'm back in that zone (Ah)
Put him in a wheelchair forever; shot his backbone (Boom boom boom boom) Look (Yeah)
[Verse 3: Bless Picasso]
My OG got more time than Taxstone (For real)
Was sellin' white squares; they were black-owned (Uh-huh)
The sawed-off Mossberg long as a calf bone (Blaow)
Built a new crib and traded brick for the black stone (Woo)
The sixteenth letter, no guy fresher (Uh-huh)
The pie-stretcher and Pyrex couldn't measure the weight
Versace plates with the gold trim (Mm)
A skull fractured by some old Timbs; broke in spots and stole gems
Sold 'em on the block, not the pawn shop (What we talkin' bout?)
850 with roof chop; sold bud out a shoebox
A new watch; I set it on European time
Only chat about the cash; all else is TMI
What I fly: American, first class, no Sheraton
SKYE Suites mixin' rose with the peach; that's the regiment
In Maryland, I'm watchin' 'em box right by the harbor (Mm)
Starter hat flipped to the back; they tried to starve us (Right)
Live from The Carter where Pookie died
Really ain't nobody else to blame; it's you and I—it's truth and lies
Picture this clear: my credit is limitless (That's real)
The cemetary's passin' out memberships
Fish and chips sold by your momma to bury you
My city ain't a joke at night in daylight it's scary too—you hear me? Boo!
The .45 in the Woolrich
I woke up on Easter to rob the preacher in the pulpit—gone!
[Outro: Lamor Miller-Whitehead]
When I seen the armed men come in, you know, it was specifically for me. Um, it was specifically for me and when I see them come into the sanctuary with their guns, I told everybody, "Get out. Everybody just get out."