| Lord of this fly shit as I did
|
| Ain’t nobody out fucking with my click
|
| We gonna be here forever
|
| Hollow tips in the beretta
|
| Keep silk under my leather
|
| Shine eternal, nocturnal, hot journal
|
| Nocturnal never that
|
| Crispy sneakers plus a leather hat
|
| Laurenovitchie sever rat
|
| New slang’s implemented
|
| Catch my nigga’s style of rockin' fashion that a pope invented
|
| Simply sendin' chicks we rented hate when we return 'em
|
| A broken heart is like a bullet to the sternum
|
| I rep for Queens like niggas posted up on Vernon burnin'
|
| Plus I keep it cool with killers known to keep revolvers turnin'
|
| All silk everything lookin' like an African prince
|
| You niggas schemin' could get clapped through your tints
|
| Check you girl’s vagina walls when trying to look for my prints
|
| Each time you hit it from the back she thinks of me when she squints
|
| Uhh! |
| Real niggas cut my records on Serato
|
| Most these rap niggas be softer than a pitch black avocado
|
| Shit, I ain’t about that
|
| And still punch you right in your mouth rap
|
| Laurenovitch
|
| We’re like the bad guys in Meteor Man, call us the golden lords
|
| Frozen broads holding swords stay riding in shotgun
|
| Play perimeter, still politicking like my knot young
|
| Catch us out the country, used to see us on the block son
|
| Now I put sunblock on my body when it’s frigid
|
| Then I hop right on a plane my G I’ll never see a blizzard
|
| Unless I regress and dabble in the drug trade
|
| These funny-style niggas hate to see a thug paid
|
| But I’mma get this cream forever rocking silk and leather
|
| Yellow gold collar when I’m shirtless
|
| Follow me, watch how I murk this
|
| Irrational, peace to my niggas from BK, they’ll blast at you
|
| Drop fly shit when I rap lord it’s factual
|
| Simulating shining ain’t me fam, it’s actual
|
| Actually I defy gravity
|
| Corrective lens, I define parity
|
| Laurenovitch
|
| You might’ve seen me on Divorce Court! |
| You might have seen me in a
|
| motherfucking advertisement in a Jet magazine in the '90s, with my hair
|
| spinning, advertising a black hair product or something like that!
|
| There’s no telling! |
| You might’ve seen me 13, at my nigga Lux bar mitzvah,
|
| looking crispy, with a fucking pinstripe suit on and a yarmulke! |