Rolled up, man, you know what I'm sayin'? So I be tellin' these niggas, man, *** ain't a game, man ***'s real, man, let the niggas know, man You know what I'm sayin'? ***'s definitely real, boy Yeah, I'm tryna get this loot anyway Ayo, Queens get the money, long time no cash I'm caught up in the hustle where the guns go blast The fool retaliated, so I had to think fast Pull out my heat first, she pull out her seat last Now who the *** are niggas livin' to this day? I'm tryna tell these young niggas crime don't pay They looked at me and said, Queens niggas don't play Do your thing, I'll do mine, kids, stay out of my way It's tight, hard, tryna survive in New York State But can't stop till I'm eatin' off a platinum plate Po' Po' comes around and tries to relocate me Lock me up forever, but they can't deflate me Cause havin' cash is highly addictive Especially when you used to havin' money to live with I pull a step back, look at my life as a whole Ain't no lovin' scene, the devil done stole my soul I'm out for Delphia, Selfia, P's not helpin' ya I'm tryna get dyslexia, plus a cellular, yo, big noise I can't cope with all these crab niggas tryna shorten my rope Yo, it's the R-A-double-P, E-R-N-O-Y-D Niggas can't *** with me, comin' straight outta QB Pushin' to infinity, you askin' I rip it constantly? Mentally, definitely, to the death of me Come and test me, trust me, nigga couldn't touch me if he snuffed me So bust me, you're gonna have to, cause I'ma blast you My lyrical, like a miracle, ill-spiritual I'm born with it, I'm gettin' on with it And I'ma have it till I'm ***in' dead and goin' with it Cause I'm a what? Composer, far-core, a lyrical destructor Don't make me buck ya, cause I'm a wild mother***er You know I flow, you know my stelo Even pack my gat when I go to see my P.O. Jump out my hooptie, pass my gap in my looptie To my shorty, against my P.O. Try to troop me to the island, I know if I start wildin' Flippin' on niggas, walkin' around with the nice gold medallions But she didn't validate me, so I escaped See, back to Queens, pumpin' the fiends Makin' more cream, know what I mean? I'm a natural-born hustler, won't try to cut ya Pull out my phone, phone and bust it There ain't no time for fake attacks Cause brother's dead, fake jacks be layin' on his back The streets is real, can't rule without steel I feel how I feel, cause I was born and killed Do what I gotta, to eat a decent meal Brother's a starvin', but tryin' to find a job Son, it's all about rockin' So don't be alarmed when we come through We supposed to, if you opposed to Get your face blown, dude Off the map, cause I react and check My brother was a blessing, well, so I act like that Drug dealin', only messin' shorties, that's a pillin' I'm frontin' all the world, once I start four wheelin' Cause back on the 41st, I'll be doin' right Tippin' on your J, gettin' bent all night Yeah, who that? I've never seen him in my whole life Step to his business, cause it's only right Ho-po ain't around, so I *** my pound Money retaliated, so I hit the ground My life was on the line, gotta hold my projects down Can't see myself gettin' bodied by a clown Ass nigga that ain't even from my town Hit him up in the chest, now he's layin' me down Jetted up from under the benches, I started hearin' sirens I stopped farmin', they cut ash like a diamond Jetted to the crib piece, what a relief Stashed the heat, then proceeded to pee Out the window, called my son, yo, son, we got beef But no question, money had a problem, so I saw him I got my mind on a sticker, now it's time to get paid Thinkin' of ways to take what already paid There's crime in the air, ain't no time to be afraid Give me yours or get laid Give up because it gets sprayed I got lots of love for my crew, that is No love for them other crews and rival kids All them out-of-town niggas know what time it is And if they don't, they need to buy a watch, word up Caught up in the crossfire, get they self heard up Well, I be sippin' gin straight in a plastic cup On a par bench on 12th Street, my whole crew's famous You try to bust your gat and keep it real, but you nameless First of all, slow down, you on the wrong route Let me put you on your feet and show you what's it all about The street life, ain't nothin' to play with No jokes, no games, kid For years, I've been doin' the same *** Just drinkin' liquor, doin' bids And sportin' crackheads And stickin' up to stick-up kids Stick-up kids, stick-up kids