作曲 : Kasseem Dean/Joseph Jones/Kamaal Fareed/Bryan Higgins/James Jackson/Ali Shaheed Muhammad/Trevor Smith/Malik Taylor
 作词 : Kasseem Dean/Joseph Jones/Kamaal Fareed/Bryan Higgins/James Jackson/Ali Shaheed Muhammad/Trevor Smith/Malik Taylor
I told Swizz they ain't ready for the smoke though (oh!)
Still got *****s that be pointin' guns at the po-po
Probably got a picture of your auntie in my photos
That was you in front the building
When she was hoppin' out my four-door
****, but what you like 19 now?
But you probably still never had like 19 thou'
In my day I had to work to bring the white fiends down
Brought some crack fiends around, just to wipe the V down
Why drink Rose when Jay got Aces?
Free Leek he was with me the other day up in Aces
Bunch of pretty watches with the frozen up faces
We got them lawyers we can call just to close up the cases
****, I'm from Harlem, what I stunt in is outrageous
Went up in the dealer just to cop somethin' outrageous
Yeah we got parents, but the drug dealers raised us
And ****, I prayed to God, but the lord never saved us
So we stuck what we stuck, what was ******' with that?
I pack guns with shoulder stocks with the muffler attached
We take trips to different places with the butler attached
Or playback the Maybach, press a button relax (preach)
Oh my
Oh my gosh
Oh my gosh
Oh my gosh
Preach
Oh my
Oh my gosh
Oh my gosh
Oh my gosh
Supreme Court hearings
Brand new McLarens
Suede pipe seats, Tiptronic steering
Baby this is art that come with no commission
Could be a blind man, but you gotta know the vision
Private jets just to blow the izzo
Parden me cause I been accused of male chauvinism
Gettin' head in the whip, and havin' no collisions
Never lackin' cause I keep that fully loaded with em
****, you know I gotta shout the bros in prison (eastside)
My ***** Gleem is like a blow magician
****, he cook it up and watch it disappear
****, now light it up and let it hit the air (light that up)
I was spittin' Ace of Spade all in this ******* ear
I told her, like pretty women like Richard Gere
Uh, pack guns and stay fly is apart of us
Four ******* packed up in the Benz, it's like a party bus
All this tough talk, but *****s ain't as hard as us
I cook coke at the kitchen, watch it harden up (Preach)
Oh my
Oh my gosh
Oh my gosh
Oh my gosh
Preach
Oh my
Oh my gosh
Oh my gosh
Oh my gosh
Preach, my
Oh my gosh
Oh my gosh
Oh my gosh (Jimmy)