Ay 702 I'm from the 703
Hopin' that you know me, I'm luckin' like a 4-leaf
Always iron through it, know I keep it Cold-EEZE
Never Codeine, Mr. Carter told me
702 I'm from the 703
Hopin' that you know me, I'm luckin' like a 4-leaf
Always iron through it, know I keep it Cold-EEZE
Never Codeine, Mr. Carter told me

I come from the Middle-Atlantic, hand it you got the advantage
Lights brighter than an Einstein Bagel Bro sandwich
But I'mma manage, I'mma pace my way to Vegas
Slip the Greyhound a 20 then askin' "can you take us?"
While I'm on the ride, gotta get my story right
Why I'm the feature-worthy type, why I'm surely hype
Existential thinkin' guy, the retro I will enlight
I go with way deeper thoughts like
Only thing that'd make Christina Aguilera cooler
If she did heroin and had a gold plated shooter
Early days of RCA, packed away the Gouda
But hopefully not today she got some kids to her
But if they're pain in the ass let that Wonder Woman blast
You deserve a fix fast, blackin' out at Six Flags
Genie in a bottle and the bottle the syringe
As you binge there's twinge and the twinge says you sinned
Ay 702 I'm from the 703
Hopin' that you know me, I'm luckin' like a 4-leaf
Always iron through it, know I keep it Cold-EEZE
Never Codeine, Mr. Carter told me
702 I'm from the 703
Hopin' that you know me, I'm luckin' like a 4-leaf
Always iron through it, know I keep it Cold-EEZE
Never Codeine, Mr. Carter told me

I been in this motel for like 3 days from VA
Stay away from crime burner pre-paid
Vegas got no concept of reception
Testin' my service profession but it won't repress my lesson
Less distraction so I'll practice my actions
Passin' flashin' metaphors that'll hint at the passion
Bosses they're flossin, never DDS
I'm on pretty ballin' shit, that's a PBS
Got Barney bank, belly green, flashin' fuchsia to the kids
Movin' all these signatures, I'm on that Mucha Lucha shit
Churro day with Euro babes, won't find me in the future, bitch
Bobby Flay with Frito Lay, I'm sure he'll make it nutritious
Never kissin' lips, diamond ring I'm kissin' this
Fuck a bitch, fuck a snitch, fuckin' list, mo
Fuck a greasy emo; call him Panic At The Crisco
Kill your momentum, I bent 'em deader than disco
Ay 702 I'm from the 703
Hopin' that you know me, I'm luckin' like a 4-leaf
Always iron through it, know I keep it Cold-EEZE
Never Codeine, Mr. Carter told me
702 I'm from the 703
Hopin' that you know me, I'm luckin' like a 4-leaf
Always iron through it, know I keep it Cold-EEZE
Never Codeine, Mr. Carter told me

Different places, different labels, timing incapable
I can't gap em together but I can pretend they're tapeable
On that reel to reel, here's the deal, ball like Kobe and O'Neal
Don't try to sue me do me in before I get this record deal
Kept it real like that Urkel as Jaleel
Real as Washington Wizards when they were workin' in teal
Fuck that red and navy, Bullets or nothin' for real
Sing the anthem when the Raiders open in Vegas with zeal
'Member the name, memory lane, singin' the swing with range
Goin' insane, 702 do everything
I'm gonna bang, shout "gang gang" on every train
Never be tamed, servin' the nerds words over their brain
Spice Girls think they kickin' like cinnamon
But 702 came through and did 'em in
Comparisons limitin' but I can't stop it
They Make it like that Destiny's Child adopted
Ay 702 I'm from the 703
Hopin' that you know me, I'm luckin' like a 4-leaf
Always iron through it, know I keep it Cold-EEZE
Never Codeine, Mr. Carter told me
702 I'm from the 703
Hopin' that you know me, I'm luckin' like a 4-leaf
Always iron through it, know I keep it Cold-EEZE
Never Codeine, Mr. Carter told me