Peppas (feat. Black Star)

Don't take this ass whippin' personally Conductor, we have a problem Conductor, we have a problem, conductor Don't wait for her, man, don't- Inkwell elegant, more medicine Bey, Bey, Bey Inkwell elegant, more medicine miracle Past due perennials, point it's Ivan the Terrible Graveyard footfall, sound God bury site Batman, Earth slam, Joker to the tanzanite Matte-black dynamite, blast radius, black radio Core capability, Flacko facility Fly guy, do or die, Bed-Stuy energy Semper fi, B-E-Y These hoes hilarious, the cardiac serious Cartier tank top, blow the central bank up It's all where your bank's chucked, nah, baby, it ain't luck Days without a way, we prayed, then we made one See that God graced us with flavors and fountains X amount of mountains, X amount of X amount, it's countless Your wizard is a fraud, what you afraid for? Saw a lot of thunder, no rainfall Keynote considered glowin', get the geometrics, true and living The stars of the story got him movin' different Goofy niggas, the hate be in they genes like it's they true religion If it isn't love, it must be New Edition Flygods, nah, we don't believe in superstitious Superman to man, see through the system with my super vision Powerful, the spirit'll grab it like tabernacle The voice of the people keep it deeper than an Adam's apple Yeah, even more than before I said what I said 'cause I saw what I saw Son swore he ain't the boys, but always callin' the law It got him actin' unhinged like a door on the floor Yeah, I'm never silent, always speakin' up Personally, I find that you cowardly niggas weak as fuck When justice, no peace too much, could never be enough Louder than the bomb, but we turnin' up 'til the speakers bust Living on the road, Mama framing my tour posters Stay away from these industry agents, they all vultures We breakin' up these toys 'cause they faker than small soldiers I don't know why they do it, but it can't be for the culture Claimin' La Costra Nostra, we in love with the coca They hit niggas with the R.I.C.O., AP comported in cola A generational wealth, they standin' on they ancestor's shoulders Have to burn it down, Tulsa, Oklahoma Ayo, Goyard messenger hangin' off the shoulder Layin' on the bunk, screamin', "Three for his sofa" In three mans cells rockin' three man Catch you in the shower, nigga, keep playin' My shit feel like it's Illmatic again My favorite fiend went to rehab Two weeks later, he was back a addict again He was three dollars short, had to drag him from the Benz wagon again (skrrt, ah) He crashed it, bought another toy He did a George Jeff Loverboy Everybody know my dean, burnt clean (ah) Fendi sweatpants, got the MAC on the drawstring My nigga hit me just to say he got the biggest lock in Orleans I had the 38 at 14 Eric got a poncho, blanco So much coke, he had to get the baking soda from Costco's My shooter sniffin' coke like Jon Bones (sniff) Dried colored chicken with the Toms on Get your helluva mind blown (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Your stylist picked it out with the eyes closed, Gucci highs with the rhinestones (woo) When you see the red wagon, you know it's happenin' (skrrt) Desert in a done heel, niggas know what's brackin' (ah) Red soles on the Loubs, I'm a show assassin (ah) Hopped out at Carbone, all the cameras flashin' Hopped out at Carbone, all the bitches grabbin' (woo) Bitches love the Flygod, all these niggas cappin' (woo) LV snapback with the Crips that's backwards (ah) Flygod Westside Gunn watching from the front row over there Like you said, Excalibur, hip-hop royalty in the house here tonight on Rampage Both inside and outside the ring (look at him, he's texting me right now) He wants some advice on his career Yeah, how to, how to, how to kick people