You know who it is

Hey

Large Pro what up

Living Off Xperience you know

If the love don't work, what will money do?

I'ma need that G pick up truck colored honeydew (Woo)

Cantaloupe color the interior

Whoever act superior, we'll pop him with a .22

Have a carm in the condo with 22

Birds holding birds coming up Route 22

Ain't a cup of liquor but niggas know he's a 100 proof

Cut the legs off of niggas saying they run with you

I'm the pot head, the cool homie to vibe with

Violate, you oughta bring a homie to die with

I blow a eighth, think of states that I could buy in

Cop in a state think of weight that I could fly in

Can you hear me now like Verizon?

King of New York, bang your head right on a hydrant

Pops always told me to think out the box

So when you think about the best nigga, think of The LOX

Ayo

Half a mil' on the neck got 'em big mad

You think you takin' this shit? You getting shit back

Blew two hundred got the coupe all red (Skrrt)

The real locked up and the rest are dead

That's facts

Thirty plus clips in that stack

I aim for the body but I hit all that

These rap niggas ain't real

Shooting out the car and had one hand on the wheel

Yo, leaning on a toy like a B-Boy

Parked the whip

Make my son come downstairs and watch Bruce Leroy

Last Dragon, pants sagging, nigga, Don Don's here

I'm out for the season and I ain't have Achilles tear

I'm Emirates Air, Shakira got the window seat

I light something and go dumb on a Large Pro beat

Who fucking with us? I only use a fifth of my brain

And I'm still better than them niggas tryna be Wayne

I move that cane like a blind man

I'm caked out without a million plus SoundScan

My skin looking like I found the youth fountain (Look at me baby)

And jumped in and got the red Louis duffle with the fucking pump in it (Shit)

White Wraith space you could put clump in it

Passing the grave yard, I can see Trump in it

Mama always told me to think out the box

So when you think about the best, nigga, think of The LOX

Ayo

Half a mil' on the neck got 'em big mad

You think you takin' this shit? You getting shit back

Blew two hundred got the coupe all red (Skrrt)

The real locked up and the rest are dead

That's facts

Thirty plus clips in that stack

I aim for the body but I hit all that

These rap niggas ain't real

Shooting out the car and had one hand on the wheel

Yo, riding through them blocks in them foreigns like baby chariots

Had to run it up or these niggas, won't take me serious

Real life street shit , niggas know how I carry it

She can't sit on this leather interior on her period

'Bout to get the coupe with the gun slot in the rear of it

The 20-22 like I forgot what year it is

Wanted it, I went and got it

Now I'm sharing it

From tossin' money bags in the closet, I built a pyramid

Took my respect living off experience

Stories about my hood got me living all luxurious

Racks on racks, stacked right in the closet

Need another stash house, I might get one in Yonkers

I did it, look how I benefitted from them losses

Paying back connects and paying all them loyals

Got work if you niggas can't afford you a verse

Still make my bitch ride with the joint in her purse

Ayo

Half a mil' on the neck got 'em big mad

You think you takin' this shit? You getting shit back

Blew two hundred got the coupe all red (Skrrt)

The real locked up and the rest are dead

That's facts

Thirty plus clips in that stack

I aim for the body but I hit all that

These rap niggas ain't real

Shooting out the car and had one hand on the wheel

I've been getting money so you know I want more

I'm live at the barbeque looking at the front door

Got the glow like I just came home from off tour

Got the Plain Jane AP on, off-shore

Skybox doing what a owner would do

Couple hundred mil' over a Corona or two

Every day I face off with a zone of the glue (Gorilla)

Then spend the old paper up and paytron to the new

First we gone beat the odds then we even it up

No ice on rabbit ears, leaving 'em stuck

Ask me they was better off leaving them tucked

There's four pipes on everything even the trucks

In the foreign, listening to Lauryn

The joint about Zion, these niggas is lying

Put hands on 'em and the sneak dissing it stops

So when you think about the best nigga, think of The LOX

Ayo

Half a mil' on the neck got 'em big mad

You think you takin' this shit? You getting shit back

Blew two hundred got the coupe all red (Skrrt)

The real locked up and the rest are dead

That's facts

Thirty plus clips in that stack

I aim for the body but I hit all that

These rap niggas ain't real

Shooting out the car and had one hand on the wheel