[Intro]
Stutterinâ
Givinâem rest and makinâ love again
In my best I be the run again
And I have the man dem stutterinâ
[Hook]
Iâm getting this nigga in the morning
He gonâ think he been chiefin just too long when
He see me in the eveninâ
Want to catch all these feelin
Well let me be the first to get mine
[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Ay yo, ay yo, barbeque and blow in the back of the crib
Sittinâand countinâ, smoking a spliff, this shitâs a gift
All my niggas watches is rough
Grabbing our crotches yelling ââWhat up?ââ
The jeans cost ? Fuck
Stop it, keep baking, see, the smell itâs a statement
One freeze of this shit, you wonât feel your legs kid
Iâm a gangsta corporate hustla, my voice is illustrious
Hounded by vicious dons, nigga we armed, trust me bruh
They yellinâ Chef, kill the plate with the cooks
I say âYe with 2 Chainz on, we Common, letâs Push
Burn another bush, then burn another we brothers
Love us or not, the Mark Zuckerbergs of the block
Hug a knot, staying rich, we was built for the guap
Park the green six deuce on the deuce just props
Rock a kilt, mean Glock Iâm all machinery, ock
Cling to me, now see how the scenery rock yo?
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Common]
I was born by a late chicken shack and a church
That mean the flow got wings and it come from the dirt
Golly, I know she wanna test the âRari
Eye on a dollar like Illuminati
Life is foggy, tryinâ to see through the mist of it
Could have been livinâ it, you was Mrs. Mischievous
This is just a letter to better your development
Situation delicate
[Verse 3: Pusha T]
Some claim God body, blame Illuminati
All cause his pockets now knotty as his hair
All Sonny no Cher, only solitaires
You clusterfucks could cluster up
On tippy-toe and still not muster up so its
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
In God we trust, the game is all us
Tilâ the sky calls or its flames on us
[Hook]
[Verse 4: 2 Chainz]
2 Chainz
Iâm chillinâ in my camo, flippinâ through the channel
On my G.O.O.D. Music shit, my logoâs a Lambo (damn)
Four doors of ammo
Ammunition Iâm pitchinâ to make your body switch another position
[Verse 5: CyHi da Prynce]
I hope the people is listening
I could never sell my soul, I gave it back to God at my christening
Its tickelinâ when I hear what haters be whisperinâ
What makes you think an Illuminati would ever let some niggas in?
Fake friends and siblings, like to wish you well but ainât never flip the nickel in
Haters wanna pull they pistol when they see me in this race car
But you canât spell war without an A-R
15 I was pushing carts at K-Mart
By 21 they said Iâd be inside a graveyard
Canât wait to get that black American Express
So I can show them white folks how to really pull the race card
[Break: Dâbanj (Kanye West, Kid Cudi)]
Yeah, you feelinâ on top now, getting that money nigga?
(You sold your soul)
Yeah, you feelinâ on top now, getting that money nigga?
(You sold your soul)
Yeah, you feelinâ on top now, getting that money nigga?
(Naw man, mad people was frontinâ
Aw man, made something from nothing)
[Outro: Kanye West]
I treat the label like money from my shows
G.O.O.D. wouldâve been God except I added more oâs
If I knew she was cheatinâ Iâd stillâve bought her more clothes
âCause I was too busy with my Baltimore- you know
Some people call that the art of war you know
I guess it depends what you fallinâ for
The clothes, cars, money, girls and the clothes
Aw money, you sold your soul
Nah man, mad people was frontinâ
God damn, we made something from nothing