[Intro: Smoke DZA]
Yeah
(183rd Street)
Uh, Ringside season is upon us
Kush God, bitch
One time for the hustlers and farmers
Yeah
Five

[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
I'm one Styles Clash away from getting wild cash
They don't want none, nah, them niggas wild ass
Body after body, that's the pal stack
Come to your corny events, mile pass
Only the elite, nigga, watch my feet
Pelé kicked the competition, this ain't the soccer league
These clowns turn the art into a mockery
Ass kissing, nah, that's not for me
All the chit chat [?]
Two sweet hands [?] the club, right
The Ringside chronicles
Mr. Phenomenal
Game is in a abdominal stretch
[?]
No subs, directs
All the hustlers love my flex
R.F.C., gotta plug my set
And on this [?] rap shit you know we do it the best
They don't even stand a chance
It's the champ, but run the camp
Everything valid, I get a stamps
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