Warriors Two, Cooley High (feat. Benny the Butcher & Method Man)

You guys got fat while everybody's starvin' in the street

It's my turn

Nothing goes on unless I'm involved

No record deals, no studio time, no streaming

You sell a mixtape outta your man's trunk, we want in

You hear me? We want in

Nothing goes on unless Griselda and Wu-Tang are involved

You think you'll live long enough to spend that money, you fuckin' hump?

Heh, ha-ha-ha-ha, huh, ha-ha-ha, huh?

You wanna know where to find me, I'll be at the Plaza Hotel, come see me

You're welcome, oh

Griselda, ****

It's time

Yo, uh, let's go

Uh-huh, yeah

Peace to the young god Y

Peace to Almighty F

Peace, God

Sopranos don't get a cut, then you can't live (****)

That's shit I learned on my first state bid (My first one)

I took a brick and broke it down to eight bigs (Eight of 'em)

Then drove a triple that across the Golden Gate Bridge (Skrrt)

Be smart, streets'll swallow you if you're not (You're not)

It's a difference from bein' popular and bein' hot

We put in work, then go to the hospital, see the opps (What's poppin'?)

And let 'em know it's back poppin' as soon as they leave the doc' (Uh)

I'm used to bread, was super fed

Exclusive threads, I'm suited in Givenchy scarves, Medusa heads

I'm the best shit, the proof is here

Here

These rap groups are scared, **** is prayin' to make it through the year (Haha)

I know the feelin' of prison, just make it through your bid

Back when my only objective was make it to the kids

They witnessed it, we businessmen, ex-coke stretchers

VIP full of Hublots and Rolexes

Cream up, the money long, my team's up (Ah)

My queen bee in a honeycomb, she pre-nup

I'm linked up with them Killa Beez, them wings up

Midas, king touch, to your hoes, I'm King Just

Jesus, what you hearin' is genius

That pro Meth, they can protest or bring cups

I cleaned up, but still ain't pullin' my jeans up

In fact, whole closet is straight just like my jean cut

Ain't got to tell you the flow is clever, I'm cold as ever

I'm cold weather, you only sweat it or on a sweater

No Cinderella, beyond the star, I'm interstellar

My pen is better, if not, pick up my pen and tell 'em

We bang whatever, the reign is terror, get the umbrellas

They say we cocky, I mean bukkake, now come get her

Aye, RZA, who made them millions off that one seller?

And even better, who made they millions off one letter?

Back in my bag like dime bags from Palmetto

My arm ghetto, dirty ratchet, I palm metal

Just like I'm smokin' a square down, I'm calm, mellow

Know I'm holdin' my square down, I'm Carmelo

Y'all yellow, put in work, but y'all Jell-O

My arms strong, I handle bars, let y'all pedal

We not friends, you can't relate, we not kin

I bet him one, that's next to nothin', I'm top ten

Wu-Tang Clan rocks the world

Right, magnificent