(Hook) (x8)You're a legend in the city(Verse 1)Old school caddy, peep the golf swingPreacher in the trap with the offeringJust a fly white guy with no offspringAnd you can trust me like the cross beamYou know I’m all about the money honey beeB.B. King type of dream, when I'm in the streetsBreeze through the trees as I breathe on the finest greenAin't no “i” in “team”, but the whole scene, they be eying meI keep the money creased in the jeans, the ironyIs I won’t wear this pair again, so no ironingRound here they keep the iron bored to let off steamSo I keep the bored muhfuckas far away from meKeep my conscious clean right along with the recordsSo the only bars I'm seeing is the bars that I'm blessed withAlways come direct so I have faith in my directionAnd I move correct so I won't end up in corrections(Hook) (x8)You're a legend in the city(Verse 2)Only whining that I do is when I dine a bitOnly time I drop a dime is writing off a chickThat's why I keep my P.I.C about that win lifeThe Yankees win, because they're lookin' at the pinstripesBob Marley doobies watching Chris Farley moviesRowdy Rod Piper goonies if you wanna act stupidMaking sure the price is right, Bob Barker dutiesKeep red and blue off my ass, like Harley Quinn’s bootyPeople always making list and assumingA city full of Mel Kiper JrsThey can’t smell the roses, or the tulipsOr the violets, or the lilacs, or dahlias, or petuniasBound to find some saints and losers deep in Saint LouisI was named after St. Nick, and my Dad's name is LouisBut no matter what my name is that don’t take from what I'm doingEven if my body of work is destroyed, it won't be ruined(Hook) (x8)(Verse 3)Fast life living in the slow laneTell my haters ciao eating lo meinYou gotta take a lot of pain to be a pro maneThen ignite all of that flame with some propageMake sure you take a proper gander at the propagandaThey try to stop the jammin when they just don't understand itI mean they rarely give a chance to SminoHe one of the best things going since the dance at MonoCruise through the city in the night timeThe Earth is like a wrecking ball, lookin’ at the skylineConnect the chain from the crane to the ArchAnd swing it through the galaxy until we meet our markOr turn to toasted ravioli if you got beefOr just keep shit moving if you got feetWe'll let just the moves talk like they got teethAnd be in a legend in the city like I'm Kat. DR.I.P.,
