Word To The Motherland E

That? No, no, no, seriously, seriously. Did I monster that? No, no, no. Did I monster that though? It's nothing. Check it out. Real niggas save up for out of state but Collect stash houses. Drive G-Wagons, taxidermy they couches. Tennis ball dope, fuck LV pouches. On the corner selling that tiger, you can tell How they crouch. Seen pictures of Jimmy Henchman When he was in jail. Fresh beeper, fresh chain, Fresh sneaker detail. Like he could order anything from hits to sales. Like he in the Four Seasons ordering cocktails. Real gangsters do it, they don't have to prove It. Their keys are spoken for, you don't tell 'em to move it. They operate just like fluid. They flow, fiends and hoes is they conduits. Like the three-letter crew out in ATL. Got the feds scratching they heads saying, "Well, They please tell." The nigga M is like the New Rafale. With police escorts, he's louder than a Ray Charles sale. Then you get indicted, Get your Steinbergs to fight it. He paved that way, you think he ain't gon' Ride it? The feds get excited not knowing the Cops incited. So against it, they decided before They even tried it. Now back to the necessity And you gon' supply it. All your wink links, Donald Trump'll make you get Fired. Did my research, my street exposure reworked. I was too busy driving in Zoes and hoes Reserved. Now remember who get you hype. Who both educate and spit the shit you like. Now analyze the picture that the non-thug drew. Sip your Corona and puff your bud too. The top of the top and the best of The best. Top of the best. The new double R drop with BBC on my Chest. Double R drop, my chest. On you got your Marc Jacobs boots with your LV dress. Yeah, well holla at the kid, yes sir, nothing Less. Holla at sir, nothing Uh-huh. Back in '95 when niggas was running fives. I was bumming rides tryna hang out in the Square. Scarborough, the fiends rolled up in Diamondbacks and Haros. Tryna smoke 'til tomorrow. The next day, the same behavior follows. They was in that drug together like Al Jarreau. I was hanging out with Preme. White S Yankee hat, kept it on the lean. Gravit rims, low pros, it was mean. High as fuck, he kept rewinding Wu-Tang Cream. Said he was from Brooklyn, Shay said he was From Queens. Where Queens niggas wear navy blue and His Yankee hat was green. The Marc Jacobs jacket, Chuckers to match it. Could tighten up your problems with that new chrome Ratchet. That was the look, never seen him with A book. Born a have-not, so he grew into A crook. Wanted the limelight, but it was dark In the slums. Except the light from the pipe The fiends suck and they hum. Slick Rick was right when he called us all Crumbs. Tell you scrape, consolidate, and make your First jump. You gotta shield yourself, You gotta get a gun. Once you fire them Niggas at sinus, watch 'em all run. And once it's quiet, you know the fiends come. End of the night, your money roll like a Hero bun. 'Cause you the top of the top And the best of the best. Top the best of The new double R drop With BBC on Double my chest. On you got your Marc Jacobs boots with your LV dress. Marc Jacobs boots dress. Yeah, well holla at the kid, yes sir, nothing Less. Holla at the kid, yes sir. AMG. Shout my nigga Bully the Kid. Troy Randall replacements