Amherst Station 2

Ayo Ayo, ayo Buy art, not cocaine, I did both (ah) Shit so big, when I shot it, I thought my wrist broke (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!) The Mulsanne tip toe (skrrrr), crack fumes reeking off the Kenzo You acting like you never been rich before I been rich since 50 bricks ago, at Art Basel with the pole Put a duffle on your head, you gotta go (boom, boom!) The pussy feds planted me in that cell, but then I grew (ah) My niggas ain't even write me, that's when I knew In the SHU, 23 and 1, no sun (uh-uh) Soon as they popped them locks, you know what's up Fifty books get you stabbed up Commissary, lord, I got the last one You in the base model, I got the fast one (skrrrrrr) Real niggas say they praising both My city still don't got no hope (uh-uh) Who shot Triss up? Who shot the Groove up? (grrrrrr) Twenty deep below Lowes and then we blew up (boom, boom, boom, boom!) Rest in peace, Vino (huh), rest in peace, Mic (huh) Rest in peace, Miguel (huh), rest in peace in Chanel Chanel ski mask, we living in Hell You living in heaven Tan suit, green suit, the same, I wore both I seen the pain from the low You ever seen blood in the snow? (ah) Lalalalalala, la Just imagine the last face you see Is your main man before he pull the trigger, nigga (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!)