It's a bird, it's a plane

No, it's medallions, bitch

You feel me?

Chain

Trust

They know what the fuck is up

Huh

Yeah, this, this that shit where you ridin' down and shit, you know what I'm sayin'?

In an old-school, man

Shit is only primer-ed though, you ain't even got your shit painted yet, you know what I mean?

Real shit though

Base rock, base rock, this is what it sound like

Eighteen slappin', bitch, show you what it pound like

Mack life, mack life, is that a stack gone?

Like your bitch in the back of my Cadillac Brougham

I like my Henny on the rocks

Farmer's gun, semi, or the Glock

For the maricóns that wanna play the opps

I can get you wet

You should read the sign, this is death

These new school **** be off of crystal meth

And got the nerve to drink and pop pills, now that's a triple threat

I'm civilized, all wise, thug enterprise

Plenty ties in disguise, we had to maximize

It's strength in numbers

Real **** never forget the hunger

It's the summer, but when it's winter, **** is pitchin' thunder

Huh, we out here, homie

My whole team gettin' fat, you out there bony

I'm like Sergio Tacchini on a white pony

I write the real shit, you write the phony

I got my **** goin'

Manny through the city, goin' stupid in that foreign, checkin' traps

Manny through the city, goin' stupid in that foreign, checkin' traps

Manny through the city, goin' stupid in that foreign, checkin' traps

Manny through the city, goin' stupid in that foreign, checkin' traps