Alto

Big smoke, terps

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Brooklyn)

DZA what up? What they say?

Right

This shit loud, flava in ya ear

How high? Too high

Meet me in the air

Sold out with Red and Meth, ten thousand in the stands

Hol' up

I used to dream of days like this on the 2-train

Packs in my knapsack smellin' up the whole thang

Please ash it before you pass it, boo thang

Higher than the balcony

Baby, I need the whole thang

Penthouse suite, floor to ceilin' windows

Big ole' freak, she only fuck with winners

I need me a percent of everything y'all stealin'

She say it's an event when I hit that kitty

Might hot box the whip like B-Real was in it

I had a dream feelin' lucid, every word I meant it

We put the hood name on our back

I'm used to heavy liftin'

The pressure turned that shit to diamonds

Now, it's finer livin'

They tryin' to figure how I did it, how I done ascended

How a **** really livin' like he say he did it

How I paint these bitches like I'm Kara Walker vivid

Not too specific on them phones, 'cause you know they listenin'

And watch them **** that's close by you 'cause you know they're switchin'

This biscotti hittin', long nose Scottie Pippin, bow

Designer drippin', this a Erick Arc production

The art is sufferin', gotta put your heart or nothing

Zip it up, ooh

I don't need no **** smokin' my trees, yeah, yeah, yeah

I was up 'fore I lit my spliff, oh yeah

I know there's more for me, but I'm thankful for this, yeah, yeah, yeah

Took hard work and sacrifice

I still practice twice before I catch a flight

To stay on point, from a joint to a fat sweet

Stretch my money like athletes at a track meet

Pack heat in the back streets, that's me

Nah, rapper-slash-actor, please someone cast me

Dedicate myself, I medicate myself

Stay away from hard drugs, I'll never hate myself

Make my wealth, just like any man does

That's when I can 'cause I don't have all the answers, yet

But I bet if I was a gambler, the baby will get the new pair of shoes and the Pampers

Like Freddie Sanford, I'ma keep collectin'

Park the old red truck and make a new selection, huh

'Cause with me, there's no second guessin'

If it ain't progression, then it's out the question

Yeah, yeah

We breathe out

I don't keep no counterfeit around me, uh

I was nice 'fore I ever dropped bars, yeah

I'm giving my life, and I'm thankful for it, yeah