[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Uhh, yeah, what up, Lord?
This the Terrordome, where niggas get tied up, Beretta blown
Or whip the vanilla 200X Lebanon
Doofie gauge, .38s, 300 rebels strong
Out in Grenada, chilling snow pebbles on prosperous
Hugh Heff's who fucking his steps
Favorite color purple, we would circle the jets
He talk base, in a I-8 racing clear doors we face
In life, in trying to get away from these whores
Or rolling uptown in gambling stores
Stealing clothes in Macy’s, running out with like five, six Velours
Thug couple Rugby boys who get fly and break jaws
And take papes the stakes is yours
[Verse 2: Fred The Godson]
Rae told me victory's unexpected
They hating on my chain, misery from a necklace
See my YouTube and hear me spitting, know I'm reckless
First nigga ever selling metaphors on Craig's List
Fred shit, they on it, no matter what's the joint
You the Hornets, you lost Chris Paul, what's your point?
I could spit a freestyle and be on
This beat feel like I should rhyme with some Wallabies on
I would be wrong if I told everybody get your weight up
It's back to the real shit, that wave up, phase up
If he owe me dough, I hope that he pay up
Hand on that trigger when that finger roll, he'll lay up, ha
Wait up, just homicide humor
I could've bodied you sooner, I just provided the rumor
Whatever he rhyming on, I'll bring it to you
I'm a phenomenon, Travolta with the tumor, Fred
Uhh, yeah, what up, Lord?
This the Terrordome, where niggas get tied up, Beretta blown
Or whip the vanilla 200X Lebanon
Doofie gauge, .38s, 300 rebels strong
Out in Grenada, chilling snow pebbles on prosperous
Hugh Heff's who fucking his steps
Favorite color purple, we would circle the jets
He talk base, in a I-8 racing clear doors we face
In life, in trying to get away from these whores
Or rolling uptown in gambling stores
Stealing clothes in Macy’s, running out with like five, six Velours
Thug couple Rugby boys who get fly and break jaws
And take papes the stakes is yours
[Verse 2: Fred The Godson]
Rae told me victory's unexpected
They hating on my chain, misery from a necklace
See my YouTube and hear me spitting, know I'm reckless
First nigga ever selling metaphors on Craig's List
Fred shit, they on it, no matter what's the joint
You the Hornets, you lost Chris Paul, what's your point?
I could spit a freestyle and be on
This beat feel like I should rhyme with some Wallabies on
I would be wrong if I told everybody get your weight up
It's back to the real shit, that wave up, phase up
If he owe me dough, I hope that he pay up
Hand on that trigger when that finger roll, he'll lay up, ha
Wait up, just homicide humor
I could've bodied you sooner, I just provided the rumor
Whatever he rhyming on, I'll bring it to you
I'm a phenomenon, Travolta with the tumor, Fred
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