[Verse 1: Domo Genesis]I'm smoking big killa on the Clearwater beachAnd every time I speak I hear "Go ahead your honor, preach."I'm too hot for you niggas not to acknowledge meThe prodigy could talk a married bitch out of monogamyI'm out of reach but your posture ain't looking promisingI'm pressing pussies, gynecology, you niggas robbing meI deserve respect, cut a check, fuck and investment meetFor all the mess it has to for tracks I handle recklesslyI'm Glen Rice from the corner, three, in thereSwimwear twisted like Dub-C chin hair[Verse 2: Action Bronson]I payed Holyfield to take the diveFix the drug test, we getting richerBlood or a spritzerCherry oak wood shifterIn a Jaguar, shoes are made from BabarRoll the lethalSeats in the Regal same color as Mario Van PeeblesI'm like a young Stephen SeagalMy favorite move's a clotheslineDragon jacket, hair slicked back when it's go timeMotherfucker I'm a great artistI fixed the game between Georgia Tech and Wake Forest[Verse 3: Meyhem Lauren]Fly shit we make that, Marvel we bake thatPull a shotty, leave your body where the lake's atStaying foul places, strip clubs with meth facesAll my fam's thumbs smell like gloves that catch casesNot trying to glorify, but my story's obnoxiousY'all faggot rappers wash your faces in a box of sausageSurpreme server, bare burger when we order ostrichOpposite of niggas poppin' shit cause we pop lips for gossipFluent Jewish lock it, gun black like Lewis GossettPredict the profit so I prophesize the fucking profit[Verse 4: Roc Marciano]Plush thoughts flood to Christopher CrossThrow out the Rollie with the salt, park the RenaultYour number was calledI grip the nine iron like golfWipe 'em offAt night ride the white horse with the torchYou bleed out by the court while I've leaving courtDefeat of course, my cohorts snortPop a wart and read the robber portDrive a quattroporteStep on the product with the RockportsSpark a NewportWhip up a stew, this is food for thoughtPursue the course and floss in the newest Porsche[Verse 5: Despot]Tell your stories running, walking isn't fast enoughThese cats will lap you up like milk out of a plastic cupYou bastards stuck somewhere between fragile and half a chumpI'd bet you fucks a thousand bucks your dad wishes he's wrapped it upWe rapscallions, like a bundle of onionsHow you find the gumption to be out here trying to functionI fixed the game dog, I'm neutering the poodleGot the ruger to your noodle and the goons are yelling "Who you?"The rental car's window's rose-tinted, dope in itThe credit card got a tank in it, no limit
