Premium (feat. Jay Worthy & Nym Lo)

Really, yea, it’s all good let em roc let em rock don’t worry trigg

Close the door man, you talkin bout my phone and all that close the motherfucking door

You making mad noise, **** trying to record and shit

This **** Black man

Yea,

Disappear like Copperfield

Smoke pot and chill

Whatever the Henny don't do the chronic will

Bar lesson ill show you how to kill

Now how it feel

is many unknown bodies laying in pottesrville

My products real, yall all helium

You talking about gas

While i'm top shelf premium

Premier in the league im in

New York rap i'm the beacon

Kushed God deliver a sermon

As good as your decon

Stay on your defense

Don't hit the deep end

Pin sharp right hooks

Like I’m training in Gleason’s

Whoever wanna spar

Whatever ring you want to see me in

My skill set the real flex, it’s my ingredients

Eastside, west side we connect the gang

Me and dza on the hill like its 88

Morningside ave to that central thang

Where the guns go bang

And the gangsters hang

I went from westside to worldwide

A street legend on both sides

Walking through the slums of harlem

Blessings from the bow ties

Bodega thuggin,

tiger bone shots in a plastic cup

Rip pop smoke

It's brazy when they masking up

Im from a hood where **** bare face clap you up

Broad day like 10 am by the chevy truck

Comptons most wanted off that mc eight

Well it's the Bompton most wanted like my woops relate

Quarter past 8 shit was through

On to the next car watch it move and shake

Im just a p type **** how i cruise the blade

G funk, P funk like we regulate

East side, west side we connect the gang

Me and dza on the hill like its 88

Morningside ave to that central thang

Where the guns go bang

And the gangsters hang

I had to stop counting money Just to come and record

Front Cover of the street **** forbs list

Got me a white girl and all she wanna talk about Is

**** whos ballin,thats why i call her doris

Body flawless

And When it come to paper

I need more of it

Shit Thats probably why im on this

Draped in horses

Sitting in the label offices

Shades on like make a offer

Or im off this

Whipping porches

Making **** sick and nauses

Turning over squares

These wheels cost a fortune

Close the restaurant

Bring more champaign and ross in

This table is reserved for the bosses

  

East side, west side we connect the gang

Me and dza on the hill like its 88

Morningside ave to that central thang

Where the guns go bang

And the gangsters hang