Intro:

Ay baby what's up happenin (nuthin)

I'm tellin you it's about to happen

I just ran into the coldest motherfuckin record C.O.

I'm tellin you my shit is about to be on

I've been here in the studio every motherfuckin night

I'm tellin you I ain't Mr. Lick (Are you for real?)

I'm dead ass (you a stupid motherfucker)



Yeah man, Pass that weed, aight!



{Lil Dap}

My third eye touch the moon about four a.m.

Starring down at the Earth, and I'm trying to win

Yo how was the dream? The dream was too good to be true

I listen to you, I even flip mics for your crew

You disrespect, now my niggas eatin you food

So what your talk be like, when your game ain't right

And these niggas live trife, and you try to be nice

So we burn 'em on mics, Brooklyn style allright

Then robbin and stealin coming through the ghetto yo

We killin with flow, break em down and let them go

My fears and ideas got them really to death

They think I'm address, I'm only trying to make it? Yes

Four of the best, the best I'm a real icon

Bust, son, shit just really begone

Four of my aid, been rockin for atleast a decade

Hold the spades, me and my dogs are about to get paid

Yeah, fuck this

Cuz we can walk through these streets, politic all night

Motherfuckers get torn up in the middle of the night

It's a damn shame, what we have to do for money

Shit ain't funny, boo selling booty all night

I'm giving her advice, trying to guide a child to the light

I'm whippin her pimp, now we takin jewels and we frontin

Hittin up in the club, layin back smoking somethin

Niggas don't wan't it, these East New York niggas would want it

This be the last ill dream that we kick right now

Now pe