No games
Run the rope chain and the cocaine or get burned like flaming propane
The king whose name rings from Beijing to Spokane
We love blue Benjis and Benzes, you know that won't change
Forever Avi leather, only fucking if she 8 and better
If she ride it like stony the only way we stay together
First place on the race for the cheddar
Treasure over the pleasure, only thing a nigga know is dough endeavors
Bold soul only roll with go getters and O stretchers
Live from the sector where they sold reckless
Rose gold necklace, 40 belows and low sweaters
Flows like 'caine in your nose, left my foes breathless
Semi-auto preference, scratch serial
Murder material, guard this arson on your stereo
Box cutter blade rusty, eighth custy, caught a Jack
Til I get my hands on it all, I'm never falling back
Keep my Ralphie bucket on tilt, Cristal spilt
Feel no guilt for the opps that got killed
Only built for the Cuban links, moving coke and stink for the dead face
Piping dimes till the bed break, we dread a fed case
Living rapidly, my life is moving at a jet's pace
Copped the work from Colombians by where the Mets play
Queens connection, G-O-D be my reflection in the beamer flexing
Sliding through Medina bumping Smif-N-Wesson
Bitch perfection what we striving for as I do fly decor'
Seen shit with my two eyes I wish I never saw
But that's the lifestyle of the night child
Used to roll the haze up in a white owl
But it's kush and raw right now
Fake connection, denim over Gucci aces
Busting on groupie faces, son I swear to God I know we'd make it
Dedicated to the fly hoes and the hustlers
Dough doublers, hand to hand serving customers
Daily on the grind, chinky eyes dimes in lust with us
Live illustrious till it's ash to ash, dust to dust
Dedicated to the fly hoes and the hustlers
Dough doublers, hand to hand serving customers
Daily on the grind, chinky eyes dimes in lust with us
Live illustrious till it's ash to ash, dust to dust
