Your lighting fixtures ain't fly enough
It ain't your fault your fucking ceilings ain't high enough
You gotta step up, try and play catch up
Black V-neck with some jewels won't even dress up
Your lighting fixtures ain't fly enough
It ain't your fault your fucking ceilings ain't high enough
You gotta step up, try and play catch up
Black V-neck with some jewels won't even dress up
Internal Revenue Services is my only obstacle
Grew up out Jamaica Hospital, now life is tropical
Queens niggas get the bread, spread it like it's topical
I swear upon my father's ashes my niggas will pop at you
Dog I been the plug, the dealer and the muscle
Fair ones ain't fam, niggas who shoot you in a scuffle
It's easy to fit a million hundreds inside a duffel
My hands for holding hammers, scraping plates, and shaving truffles
My twenties were so wild, I can't believe I'm in my thirties now
Slow talker and compressors giving surgery to birdies (Facts!)
We was running plays, y'all niggas was runaways
Stunning shades, some nights was popping shots, some nights was ducking strays
Most my niggas is niggas, dead niggas never sing
Top of the food chain, staying low while getting cream
It's not what they said, it's the way that they word it
It ain't what you heard, it's the source where you heard it
You ain't never heard no live nigga diss me
Crispy in the 850 moving officially
Crispy in the 850 moving officially
Your lighting fixtures ain't fly enough
It ain't your fault your fucking ceilings ain't high enough
You gotta step up, try and play catch up
Black V-neck with some jewels won't even dress up
Your lighting fixtures ain't fly enough
It ain't your fault your fucking ceilings ain't high enough
You gotta step up, try and play catch up
Black V-neck with some jewels won't even dress up
