[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
(It's me, yeah)
I'm the supporting actor
The real star be in the jar
She don't want to f** me
She want to f** my car
No Matchbox or Tyco
On back blocks I'm like a maestro
You plastic muthaf**as get recycled-
Tap the 5 wagging on the arm
Feet straight from an African rhythm
Mac by the liver, fitted cap with the emblem
You with the cops pointing people out-
What me and my people do, we never speak about-
Leave you leaking out!
I rock more leathers than R. Kelly
Boots and sh**, coupes the sh**, the roofless sh**
You take a dime, I prefer my b**hes toothless
That only eating baby food and soup sh**
I'm only signing if it's lucrative
You see me shining out in Budapest
With a thick b**h like Lex Luger's neck
Into the water, back first, off the scuba deck
I'm kind of hungry and I ain't never been to Cuba yet
[Big Body Bes]
Yeah you f**ing, dirty, little, sh**-stain muthaf**a, B
You remember me, man
I remember when your moms used to send you to the f**ing store, man
For condoms, man
You f**ing loser
[Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren]
(Straight up, man, don't try to f**ing front when you see us, man)
(We all know what was going on, man)
Yo
[?] spread it out
Leave it gently speckled
We never been the type of n***as dirty b**hes heckled
Swerve miraculous, swivel on beats
Late nights might wiggle on freaks
Peace to the bad girls!
Hard bottles, now we walking on air, son
Bottles on deck like a flare gun
What's good, dad?
Ten thousand dollar pets without cages
We grown, f** acting our ages
Been scholarly
(Straight up, man, keep f**ing around, man)
(I'll sell like two of my minks and get you popped with that money, yo)
Foot rubs from s** workers
f** work cause checks jerk us
Dicks never dry, stay fly
Lead surplus
b**hes in variety packs
They quietly snatched
Ya'll n***as pay anxiety tax
Get your health right
Wealth wrong, slang correct
Cla**ic fatigues on
Floating, rocking Gucci, Skywalking with these on
You love it so much that your knees torn
It's beautiful
Like push your wig back like a cuticle
I'm k**ing 'em
This fly sh** last forever like a Catholic marriage
Block sales, ox tails with a plate of cabbage
Rock sales ? never rated average
Still dark, stay sharp
Got serrated habits
We play them same blocks that Glocks fried
My n***as bubble white like peroxide
It's critical
Plus we love the streets unconditional
f**ing fat chicks is a ritual
We loves that
[Verse 3: Roc Marciano]
(Marci, uhh)
Rap Pack posse [?]
Suits with bowties
Broke pies, get bl**jobs
Gold 5's like a vulture glide
Coke in the liner make a nosedive
My toast is on the side
My sculpture's made of bronze
I play the Fonze
Ate prawns under the canopy
Speaking with parakeets
Brandish heat
Move mechanically
Get to the cabbage casually
Pa** the tree
Kneel before me on a ashy knee
The Black James Cagney of the East
Carib-bean feast
Barbarian physique
Bally's is peach
Treasures is buried in the sea
My neck is Eric B
Denzel in Pelican Brief
You're breaded and greased
While I get head on leather seats
Your Greek letters mesh it with the Feta cheese
Aim to please
My steez, Duane Reade
Keep the banger in the sleeve, n***a
Uhhh