FUBU Royce Da 5'9" (Ft. Conway the Machine)

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
I am that nigga, it's obvious
These niggas broke, on their pickpocket, watching us
They see the watch and this jewelry we rocking
Get sick to they stomach, now they tryna plot on us
They know this extendo we got on us
Can't name a time when it's not on us
Hope they try robbing us
So they can go back and tell niggas about all these bullets they got from us
I let that blocker unload, I put that pot on the stove, yeah
Now these CDs only product that's sold
Fans in Berlin going out of control, yeah
I fuck a lot of new hoes
Penthouse on top of the Lowes, Versace my robe
What's in my pocket? A knot I can't fold
Make sure my gelato is rolled
Uh, I am on a whole 'nother level than you, uh
My grandma used to say, "Boy, you got the devil in you"
Fuck around, get some metal in you
My name ring bells, I could sell out whatever venue

[Chorus: Royce da 5'9"]
For us, by us
For us, by us
For us, by us
For us, by us
(For you) By us
(For you) By us
(For you) By us