[Intro: Nina Sky]
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Statik
Nina Sky
Statik Selektah
[Verse 1: Stove God Cooks]
No more powder, just the plastic from the bricks
And we burn everyone, they won't connect us back to this
With a connect and a wrist, I turned thirty-six to bliss
With the drought, I went Melo for the Knicks, no assist
No assistance
Every gram out the pot got cooked, Michelin
They say "He a snitch", I say "He got no discipline"
The plug like "I only got—", I'm like "This is plenty"
He froze up before they hit him
He said he was gon' shoot, didn't he?
You ain't really have that chopper Fеndi
Block of fentanyl, the hood in a frenzy
Mix it with thе dog food, let your friends eat
Bullets through the Benz jeep, get with me
I got it for the low, hand to Lindsey
I spin 'em, like a combo on a locker
The way we rockin', you get shot after the Oscars
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Statik
Nina Sky
Statik Selektah
[Verse 1: Stove God Cooks]
No more powder, just the plastic from the bricks
And we burn everyone, they won't connect us back to this
With a connect and a wrist, I turned thirty-six to bliss
With the drought, I went Melo for the Knicks, no assist
No assistance
Every gram out the pot got cooked, Michelin
They say "He a snitch", I say "He got no discipline"
The plug like "I only got—", I'm like "This is plenty"
He froze up before they hit him
He said he was gon' shoot, didn't he?
You ain't really have that chopper Fеndi
Block of fentanyl, the hood in a frenzy
Mix it with thе dog food, let your friends eat
Bullets through the Benz jeep, get with me
I got it for the low, hand to Lindsey
I spin 'em, like a combo on a locker
The way we rockin', you get shot after the Oscars
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