| Ain’t got respect for no cop |
| Ain’t got respect for no bitch |
| I’m on a money making mission runnin that till I’m rich |
| I ain’t referring to Doritos but I’m bagging them chips |
| I got a bitch from Puerto Rico and she rolls up my spliffs |
| I be like fuck it tho, I wish a nigga would |
| New York City born and raised but overseas I’m feeling good |
| Mix that hash with a little bit a weed |
| Mix the lean now I’m living in a dream |
| Crazy nigga like Charlie Sheen |
| Hat so low I can’t see these, please |
| Haters these bitches, these goofy ass niggas |
| They say that they with ya but they out to get ya |
| These bitches I get take off like a missle |
| I use em, I blow em, throw out like a Tissue (You gone) |
| She wanted it all, but I gave her a little |
| She wanted my balls, but I gave her my pickle |
| Ain’t talkin no story ain’t givin no riddle |
| Just spread it wide open and jump in the middle |
| I’m tasting her pussy, that’s my little skittle |
| My City go hard, never gone change I was raised in the middle (Harlem) My City |
| go hard, never gone change I was raised in the middle |