[Verse 1: Stevie Crooks]
Fresh off a cloud
Waves like a Armadillo, my silk du-rag is proud
I'm too fly for ya
Leopard fur on my shorty, I think that it died on her
They say I'm a fool
I say Cest la vie... cause since a child I love the zoo
Now it's polar bear on the floor
Lion head up on my shoulder, but I ain't Macklemore
More like I'm Jaffe Joffer
Give me back to back black Rovers
So we park and pack the corner
Let y'all n***as live, but this year know it's game over
Coming at careers taking styles makin' 'em colder
Hol' up, they say I sound like Hov
It's a compliment, but really I'm a monster with flow
Fe fi fo, stomp a hole through your whole gang
Not Goliath, not a titan throwing lightning at the game
[Hook: Stevie Crooks]
They say I ain't never gon' be sh**, but you 'bout to see
You 'bout to see, you 'bout to see
They say I ain't never gon' be rich, but you 'bout to see
You 'bout to see, n***a you 'bout to see
They say I ain't never gon' be sh**, but you 'bout to see
You 'bout to see, n***a you 'bout to see
They say I ain't never gon' be sh**, but you 'bout to see
You 'bout to see, you 'bout to see
[Verse 2: Stevie Crooks]
Fresh off a cup
Full of venom from a viper mixed with Hen rock and a dutch
f** wrong with this n***a? Who do he think he be?
I be that skinny mutha-f**a f**in' up the I.E
Mami, my n***as with it, hope that yo' shorties is with it
My broadies know how to get it
Roll the dro and just give it all you got
f** who be hot, cause all I know is legendary
Underground n***a but I love canaries
The floating paradox
Can out-rap you n***as play some Common and then the LOX
Play the Fugees and Meek Mill
I blast trap then blast jazz then whip the Jag with the sleek wheels
Flexanomics vanity slave… whips and chains
They say I changed cause I done got some change
They told me I ain't never gon' be rich? Let's make 'em hurt
Well I'm back up in this b**h, well I'm back up in this b**h
[Hook: Stevie Crooks]
[Verse 3: Kris Kasanova]
And I'm fresh off a homi
Kept the piece like I'm Ghandi
BK is where you can find me
I got my city behind me
n***a picture me rollin'
Plus the sh** that I'm smoking potent and got us all floatin'
This for my blood who be buggin'
This for my cousin who loc-in
Twist yo' fingers my n***a, let them see that you important
As I ride through the city, shotgun I keep me a biddy
I be rubbin' her titties while she be lip-synching Biggie
Hypnotize look me in my eyes, shorty would you ride for me?
Hand up on the Bible would you lie for me?
King of the city what I gotta be
Last year they ain't believe, I think I deserve an apology
Pardon me, a part of me wants to come murk you
Saw me on T.V., now they think I'm going commercial
f** that, I rap circles around your rap circles
Dress shirt you, black hearse you
You 'bout to see
[Hook: Stevie Crooks]