[Intro: Dessy Hinds] Wooh Uh, haha It's a beautiful morning (Beautiful, beautiful) Had to wipe the sweat off a little bit Haha, yeah Nasty on this sh**, uh, wooh [Verse: Dessy Hinds] Crutches, crosses, caskets Still in Brooklyn crossing traffic Where you can count the fiends by the ma**es Get pocket C.R.E.A.M then make it flip, gymnastics It's all about backwoods, dropping bombers like NASA alpha jackets, uh Get off your mattress (then), proceed to blast this I heard you got that fire n***a pa** this I heard you blasphemous You can find me on the inglorious ba*tard list, with this new rapping grip a bunch of upcoming actresses Crutches, crosses, caskets He got that god flow Young Pablo Pica**o, paint pictures of Pac's throne The plot longer than blocks longer in Crown Heights How could they reach a n***a from ground-height? What that sound like? Crutches, crosses, caskets I keep the gas lit, bunny heads in a basket (poof) That's black magic, n***a Six pay figures is what im asking for Two thousand and sixteen, they ready to blast me more BLAOW