Concrete, Two-way, Deuce, Siete Creature Gang, yeah, GXFY What's the verdict? What's the relation? The murderers in your sanction, this business not personal Ain't no vertical limitation with Percival on the river He servin' 'em with inflation, work for the low Brodie got the chirps and them bitches takin' Shinin' and they flakin' like the diamonds in my bracelet Just ran off on my Turkish plug First time was the Jamaicans, third time was a churn Blew thirty thousand on my Penta, came from dry whippin' Dweller on my wrist, so I know sky's the limit Five minutes to flush, kept a crush on that Fox Boogie 18, see Glock fully, givin' opps noogies Know I'm that nigga, Pop Kane, I know a killer got saved Been on one since I shot Dave, never felt more pain than Rod Wave Could've been left, but I stayed, all of the debts that I paid Got too much dirt on my hands, stuck on that yellow brick road On the run from the discos, big creature, he got six toes Then pulled so many kick doors, slipped off so many spot racks Yeah, took so many risks and got paid Cookin' up on the hot plate, know we turnt up the crime rate In that Maybach behind shades, we sticky as some Scotch tape You know this shit be John Blaze Stuck in my Louis Vuitton ways, had on this fit for nine days Black Off-White, number five J's Everything we touch is high grade, know we turnt up the crime rate We the ones burnt up the highway Aye, real dope boy, every day another transaction Started off goin' hand-in-hand, got a kilogram and I'm still taxin' Real action, out to pop, broke the rock down to little fragments Got all types of clientele on the sale from Elmont to Manhattan Stretch the work, I'm Mr. Fantastic, before I had a fan, I had a ratchet 200 Yens wrapped in the plastic, finessin' your AmEx classic Had to switch my situation, now it's diamonds in the glasses Every snake in the grass dead, we sellin' AIDS to a crack head Now we gettin' rich, you bum-ass niggas washed up on your last leg Fifteen hundred for the Ricks, took a lot of risks for the fast bread Got the Xans and the Roxxicon pills, nigga call just to grab med Make the work disappear, I'm David Copperfield, the Glock is filled up with lead Grrt