Pz n Qz (feat. Method Man)

Mm Ayo Fuck letters (fuck), had a thousand pills in the mail box (uh-huh) Heaven to hell, eight poppy state in the jail stop (I've been there) Put two grams, then half a brick on a scale top (what up?) Went from empty pockets that was popped to havin' a lot (I did) Then I elevated, niggas minds still trapped in the box Kick the door down, they had no patience to Jimmy The Lock Had a metro card, now it's foreign car keys Simon Leviev, I finesse your skis outta all her cheese (my enemies) Ignorant indians always gon' outnumber the chiefs How a lost nigga gonna lead? (How?) Poppin' percocet pills with fentanyl, they don't want weed My homie doin' fed time, it's custy OD Free loot, give the rivals no time to regroup Keep loot in the pocket of my low ski-suit (cash) Niggas be frontin', don't think everything that you see true (nah) Eve listened to the snake and made the bitch eat fruit Better stay wise, live spelled backwards, is evil (uh-huh) I'm only here for the green paper with the Eagle (ahh, yeah) They follow me, study all my game to be iller Nigga, I been a Trail Blazer like Damian Lillard Better get focused, but you know this, the frame of the picture I aim to be richer, keep the ting-ting with the switcher (grr) My first fanbase was the pill poppers and sniffers Now this new shit that I got more loot ready for a nigga I got a Ghostface Killah train the Gio, Gorillaz on Nat Geo Pushin' P at the PO, the only fare is the RICO We know this here is primo, that snap necks, nonio No keno, you can bet that I got necks, nosino (uh-uh) Now, follow the credo, gambinos, and pink flamingos The casino, with some guidos who sippin' on casamigos Qué rico me amigo, dem tranquilo like muy frio Pardon my lingo, but OMG, "Ayy, ¡Dios mío!" My method lethal, a little bit um Paquito Fittin' all inside Palico, I leave you finished beneath though, uh The meal plan is a million bands, no key though And freedom with no "M", should tell you nothin' for free though That's wild boy, no Steve-O, magnetism, magneto (uh) A star lord, but people gon' tell you it's just my ego Or, my black machismo (or my black machismo), known for the speaker That's the keynote, these rappers out here whinin', that's the Pino (that's the pino) If it makes sense, then dollars what it gotta be (uh-huh) Puttin' plenty paper in my pockets, it's the policy (stack into my pocket) Protect your neck, keep the TEC on me, it's technology (grr, grr, grr) No apology, it's just a pile of G's (nigga) If it makes sense, then dollars what it gotta be (uh-huh) Puttin' plenty paper in my pockets, it's the policy (stack into my pocket) Protect your neck, keep the TEC on me, it's technology (grr, grr, grr) No apology, it's just a pile of G's Ayy, you say New York City right about-