Stashhouse - Smoke DZA, Jayy Grams, NYM LO

Listen, yeah

It’s all C shit, bitch

(183rd Street)

The young vet for the bucks, let’s be honest

The way I structure it, timeless

The nigga mean, you call a queen, I’m bustin' nuts on your highness

But never mind it, guys come 'round with RFC

Prepare, friend, only the red skin like you RG3

Caught a flea from them, runnin' a stampede to win

I’ve been havin' dreams since ten, government gon' seize your Benz

I seize the night

Niggas backstabbin' like they Caesar, have you seein' lights

Played the bitch role like you Madea, man, you need a wife

Boy, I’m shootin' threes, precise, endin' up a mil'

That ain’t even basketball, that’s for any other drill, nigga

He a sinner and a savior combined

Lyin' 'bout his own thoughts, he done made up his mind (Right)

First off, I’d like to say a few things (One, two, one, two)

I’m one of the greatest rappers breathin' if we’re labelling

The game tried to ice me out like how Jesus hang

But I wrote this in hieroglyphics, shit, this sacred game

You can put this with the artifacts, artifacts

Penned around the world, shit, I autographed the almanac

Foreign spots, I’m good there, most these rappers all be cap

Big bro, you know the vibes, I’m like yeah, if you call it that

Judge me by my character, nigga, this is more than rap

How many your favorite rappers I done quarterbacked?

Livin' legend, that’s proof, the fables always triple back through

Learned to hustle since back Triple F.A.T.

Goose

Had some hiccups tryna get up, had to live with that too

Shit, it was all about the dollar, nah, not Little Rascal

Kick down doors with pistols like hold up

Cristal, I pour up, this bout is over

Lo, top of the fiscal, I never not been official

Rerockin' the crystal, street nigga, got my credentials (Facts)

Ex-drug dealer, at the car dealer

And they tryna convince me, «Lo, please get the drop 'cause it fits you»

Remove the roof and I pull up like Pampers

Hop out lookin' like scammers, started as a ten grammer

Shooter with me keep the hammer

Watch your mouth 'fore you make my G pop, word to grandma

He been with me since the sandlot

Youngest tryna ball, base was fuckin' with the big dawgs

Dealin' ten seasons, now this rap shit is my spin-off

Turnin' off my trap phone, let me get my pen off

I get off on everything I get on, don’t get odd

Hoppin' in the Pit-orsche with your bit-oh, then I skit off

Before she eat the gun, she wipe the Fenty on her lips off (Nasty)

Mack daddy, fucked her so good before she spinned off

Left with her fuckin' pants backwards, all criss-crossed

Lo