| Yeah, yeah, yeah | 
| Statik, uh | 
| NYC the borough, Queens super lean | 
| Cut the fat, lame niggas get the fuck away from me | 
| I’m a five borough, keep it thorough, gutter MC | 
| White ball, puerto rock, black all fuck with me | 
| Get your brain right, you versus me, we’re not the same type | 
| Money over dumb shit, champagne, give me a light | 
| Shoot the shit, smoke a spliff with your bwoy | 
| I don’t play that game you be playing with them boys | 
| I’m a grown-ass man, hit the mag at your liver | 
| Then smoke a couple bags for the fact you got hit up | 
| Ride around bumping Kendrick Lamar, the homies | 
| Looking for a great time, never mind ya’ll police-ass niggas | 
| I keep my circle tight like a pinky ring | 
| Niggas want my life cause I get major bank | 
| The 3−5 get 'em, sic 'em Fido, bark bark | 
| No sunshine I put 'em where it’s dark | 
| Lights out bitches, my Guiness Stout niggas | 
| Rain on your Budweiser bullshit, my crew get | 
| Hard like rock wilders, you know my style by now | 
| Your bitch know she respect my dick | 
| Young alien told me «P, get these niggas then» | 
| Statik threw the beat on, I keep keeping on | 
| Call me crazy as long as you call me like bab say | 
| Brooklyn, Queens, the Bronx, Harlem, matinee | 
| Early, niggas dozing on Long Isl' niggas | 
| Staten Isl' niggas force us to pull triggas | 
| I ain’t even really on it like that, until you try me | 
| Never sleep on a nigga, quiet the irony | 
| I bang on you so loud I put you with the crickets | 
| I put you up under the dirt, who is you kidding? | 
| This is violence in its purest form, catch a body rap | 
| Baby I will body that, pussy cat | 
| Scream at your friendly neighborhood bandana P, mami | 
| I give you extended play, he short you, but not me | 
| I take you to another realm you ain’t never been | 
| This that private stock that dope like the heroin |