[Conversation]:



Stop touching the fucking door man

You so fucking paranoid man

What's the matter wit' you man?

It's like a nigga could write for hours

And get real theatrical wit' this,

Understand?

Tellin' you kid,

I got stripes when it comes to this right here,

Y'all know my repertoire

It's dangerous, and the cats I roll wit' is dangerous

And they ain't your regular average cats

Here we go..



Verse 1:



Aiyyo,

It's all elegance

He spoke third power style high intelligence

A young man handle the game like Merill Lynch

3 a.m. breathing, leaning in gates

I mean creaming,

Selling these cakes in slabs like Lanolakes

Fiends beaming, steaming

Associated wit' names and demons

All apparant reasons

We live here the gate blew in a year

Sorta like time share where crime

Sport it like I shine yeah,

Rainbow dough was the emmo

So many flavours yo,

Buy your neighbour off underwater vault

Then I met him, Colombian name Flako

Had the whole block locked selling tons in Morocco

Wristwatch Fachera Costanti, nigga dead up

Sniff the rawest mist mixed wit 7up

Had a black wiz spoke German

Higher learning burning

Ask Vernon got a bed set bought a black jet

Bitch large percentage on her rich motor lodge

Lost her arm, shot wid a AK up in the south

Paramedics rocked her,

Said she had connections out Anartica

Barrels of juices from Florida

Can't forget live dusthead centerfoldin

Out in Club Med butt ass layin' like she dead

Wise guys fell for her ambiance

Pull it together, black renassaince

Queen Elizabeth aunt

Crazy swift Cristal murderer

Guzzle the shit like she dying kid

Showing off her