Affirmative Action Gravy (Ft. Nicki Minaj)

[Verse 1: Gravy]
Dirty Money be a team, weed bricks and trip' beams
Lambos with beamers, Ruger tucked by the penis
In my borough we hold it down hotter than Phoenix
I got a 40-Cal, cope two bricks for forty thou
Find me in St. Lucia, blowin' on some kiki
Totin' a Ruger, Mob Stars what's it to you?
Nicki Minaj, she the future
Fresh outta Jamaica, Holabird suitcase with the paper
Silencers to help you meet your maker
No burial, cremator, we don't give 'em ultimatums
My life is like Satan, even God couldn't save him
I'm in the Chrysler on the highway racin' the Viper
Scope with the beam hittin' niggas like sniper
Clinton in Sing Sing, my comrads is lifers
Hold your head up for all my niggas that's on Riker's
To my Trinis and Guyanese, crew hold your lighters
Ghostwrite for so much niggas I got arthritis
I got the magic touch and I ain't talkin' 'bout Midas
Divided companies, little weaklings minus the minors
Get a mule to put half a brick in her vagina
And go down South to Carolina
The come back up and flip pounds of marijuana
Motherfuckers, truck full of llamas

[Hook∶ Gravy]
This how it has to be, rap with me, soldier
I got that purple with me nigga, let's roll up
I got my gat with me, don't make me fold ya
The hollow tips man, to kill you dojas
This how it has to be, rap with me, soldier
I got that purple with me nigga, let's roll up
I got my gat with me, don't make me fold ya
The hollow tips man, to kill you dojas