Ayo, I-

Yo, right, yeah

Stockholm and knickerbocker sour

I'm pullin' out the bag, it glow green like socks outta Davy Jones locker (The fuck is that?)

Rolex similar to gold awards won from the Oscars (Yeah)

Sanskrit and chakras (It's Triple R, baby)

Bullets box you out like Lunchable in a locker

I took some time to get my money right, now my stock is up

I used to dream about gettin' out my neighborhood

Now I'm never on the block enough

Everybody folks came from different connections, they cook us up in some potluck

You not tough, gunbutt you, chip a **** dental up like Fabolous (Click-clack!)

You the type to follow Triple R, remove yourself (?), just keep on mad at us

I feel like a (?), truly anonymous, my hands in my pockets still baggin' a slut (She suckin' dick!)

Take these words to the crib and think it through before you get slapped for what

Sticky packed in the dutch like crema cannolis from Fortunado's, packaged with love (Oh, word?)

Every collision leave them in condition of victim of Mack trucks

Let me get, let me get all of that. Gimme one of those, biscotti, yeah, bag it up. Let me get the rainbow cookie, the ricotta, all of that, just wrap, wrap it up

Why does it smell so foul?

Davy Jones works out a lot. These are his socks