Lyrics
Nah, nah, for real, man, for like
There was like twelve years of my life that
All I listened to was Infamous, Mobb Deep, and DJ Premier
LordMobb soldier on the front line
Fuck a punchline, it only take one time to play about mine
I mean, you could argue I'm a product of both
It only take one time to play about (Lord Lord!)
Yeah, we 'bout to go deep (Huh) then deep cover
Multiply the team while keeping the streets smothered
Fuck what you heard, fuck what you saying
Nigga, I don't hear nothing unless it's about a payment (Woo)
Big herringbone and a ring full of diamonds
Plus thе joint of some girl that came from a consignment (What?)
I got a trap in thе back and one in the middle (One in the middle)
If it ain't about a dime then they can slide for a nickel (Let's get 'em)
We the task force shakers getting cash off wavers
Only time you seeing me is when I pass off paper (Woo)
White stretching, lounging with the killers, learning life lessons
Wife stressing, praying to God that no shots wet him (Brr)
Cold locker by the lake, big chopper by the face
Watch the sunset slowly, no more watching out for Jakes (Nope)
I said I watch the sun, no more watching out for Jakes (Uh)
Runaway slaves with black feet
Patek Phillipes, the sneaks is a rack a piece
Sheesh, the Jag seats smell like hashish
Only people that had ease is rappers and athletes
Drug traffickers, fashion and lux, my fabrics you can't touch
My jackets had the sluts in a camel clutch, uh (What?)
Pearl handle on the handgun (Handgun)
You hold the hammer like an amateur
Before Grandma's cuts, sampling chunk
We ain't tamper with nothing so you could dance on the stuff (Dance, I said)
Shitting on a naysayer (Naysayer)
Player hater playing tastemaker with basic flavor
Frontin' like you got sophisticated tastebuds
You know it ain't safe for son if I taste blood (Uh)
My youngin' play with dust, smokin' laced bud
Cocaine, take a bump and then spray you up