[Verse 1: Bodega Bamz] Yo it can't be louder than my voice Throw a rose in the Royce Riding with ya boy I provide waves from the flows with the tone Remembering the days with the throw away phones Watch the cops infiltrating what drug free zone And how we used to feel when the homies came home And bbq still get lit No pig With the party pack If anybody ask for a cig I don't wanna be old Being owed Put a mill in the bank for my son Keep it froze till he 21 What If you got ears than you hear me If you gotta problem better k** me I done seen the worst of the worst in the worst way Undercover TNT Tuesday's and Thursday's Uh Harlem Spanish in the front of that Looking for another like me Tell me where he at I done took my hood to Chile and Mississippi I wonder if I really retire who gonna miss me I wonder who gonna fill up my shoes and do it bigger I relate to whoever that care to listen to me n***a Little arrogant But I'm always frontline I could f** your b**h But I really like mine Sitting on a crate, slippers on read the times You lucky that I rhyme Cause I really like crime I'm built like this You lucky that I rhyme cause I really like crime I'm built like this You lucky that you rhyme cause I really like crime [Verse 2: Nitty Scott] I'm built like this Lucky that I rhyme cause I'm such a f**in' dime n***a, I'm built like this Ya lucky that I rhyme cause I'm such a f**in' dime Tell them b**hes hold up like I'm on the other line Young honey in my prime Keep a chica under mine I just put the lime in the coconut and shine Now these labels wanna dine with me f** around and sign I don't know, but the facts is these rap n***as clap for me Never dab but my trap n***as got daps for me Just a little loopy so they always run it back for me She gon the lick the cat, tickle that, roll the pack for me Damn, coulda been another kinda plan Coulda been another fan watching idols on the gram Now I'm Miami cooking jams with the man Talking Puerto Rican power wit that Yaowa and the Bamz Lucky that I rather eat a rapper when I ain't full Instead of calling up ya chick to sit up on my facial Yeah, I know bad b**h would suffice But why you I'm flashing these dimples boo? I'm nice I'm built like this n***a, I'm built like this Lucky that I rhyme cause I'm such a f**in' dime Ya lucky that I rhyme cause I'm such a f**in' dime [Verse 3: Joell Ortiz] Ya lucky that I rhyme Every motherf**in line blow your motherf**in mind Like a mother f**ing mine so watch who you step to n***a I'm A product of crack rock in blacktops reebok blacktops A fat Glock pop, push black top mad blocks away This is pre- Dr Dre Chasing aftermath, no Detox today Get another E&J and some plastic cups 2 green and one red dice, a bag, a Dutch And watch out for the gold car they acting up Dope line around the corner cause my stamp was tough Anybody see Joell I was such a creep Project roof with a freak called it Pebble Beach I went through all the phases, flat tops to waves To sitting between her legs getting tender headed braids With the black comb Nextel with the chirp that's the bat phone My legacy do way more than last long I still stroll through my hood in slippers when I go back home [Outro] I'm built like this Y'all lucky that I rhyme cause I really like 9s I'm built like this Lucky that I rhyme cause I'm such a f**in' dime I'm built like this Y'all lucky that I rhyme cause I really like 9 Millimeters and a liter of that good Bacardi lime Some fine weed to smoke and a dime Oh I'm built like this You lucky that you rhyme cause I really like crime