Ft. Raekwon
Sometimes i feel like a n*gga ain’t good enough
Paint art but these n*ggas dont look enough
Single parent home moms ain’t cook enough
Use to sell weed but i didn’t push enough
I was too busy in the stu cooking up
Looking up, to the sky, like look at us
Look at raz with the Lo’ sport gear on em
He been the man for his balls had hair on em
And he see his n*ggas going down the wrong roads
But he can’t steer for em so he say a prayer for em
Then blow smoke in the air for em in em air
Jordans these pair really rare i dont wear often
Often caught in dreams of lakeshore loftin
Blowing loud green al green playing yo
n*ggas wanna see me beneath soil and rejoice
In the recoil, as my hearts stops.. in this
Game i see me on top my girl asked what
About her i said i see me on top brandish
The watch, the dot stay in me like a scatter plot
Master plan pac strictly 4 my n*ggas yea
Influenza sickness lighting the buddha you now eyeing
The lion of judah, every rhyme is a ruger i let my
Guess jeans hang like a booger, thats nasty
Tryna b the mansa musa of the future
Stanza’s is the coolest no santa’s where we cooling
Started at the bottom and we there still trooping my
Blueprint making def jams rick rubins
Invested in gold a**ets mark cubans
..stupid muthaf*ckas had me on they snooze list
Now im on they boo’s who’s who list, do this
For people who love that hip hop sh** the flow back
Everyone else can s** dick u can quote dat
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VERSE 2 RAEKWON
I hear you young prince gather your thoughts
Stay at course where you stay fly, get rich and blow like a horse
I heard the hood hated, ya lab it was gated
Them 400 keys i sent, you graduated
Stay protected, and dont be f*cking em raw
They know you got money now just cum in they jaw
And those columbians we f*ck with, them n*ggas my sons
The next months h**ne just bring out the guns
We independent, word got back we in the pen with it
Dont see me activated, then im suspended,
Im just parle’ing potatoe the mack up and braying
Hope n*ggas test mine im out for the slaying
Just keep ya dome straight fake n*ggas living with hate
They know who go real with it just listen to rae
Take it from me king, speak truth its real in the clinkz
Guess who put u on only built 4 cuban linx
VERSE 3 – RAZ FRESCO
Sat back polyin fresh to the mausoleum
Chamber, ryu kicks wit 3 vegas the
Baker n the chef shine like vegas
He call me 88 cuz that og flavour
Im like mussolini inna polo beanie rock the gold linguine
Roped up poster boy of the rich porters of the
New era, theraflu games, flame sporter
Insert quarters on em dames swurv daytona all my
n*ggas in the field i feel like a slave owner
Bc og oz’s better then california since a
Toddler, cash rules, study black mobsters
Wu tang clan gambinos of the culture
Crown me, ultra, like the uv, ulcer
Sick sh**, need million dollar offers cuz
Two and two makes four crystal crazily poured
We slice cats hold the mic like sword