Call me Joey I'm a bad ass, Harlem world like BaghdadCome through with a black flag and Supreme Vans, the Half CabsBitches on that Pad-ad, F%*k her with her fat assI get-gets my dick licked, my friends hit (That's trap trap)What the fuck you mean, I be sitting clean sipping leanAlexander Wang, that's the F*ng jeans, triple beamWhen I serve the fiends, hit you with the beam chopper screamLeave a nigga dead F*ng with the team, magazineChoo-Choo that train go, drink slow, my chain goldSoo-Woop or you True Blue, don't get your block yellow taped thoughEight bricks get it shaved offYeen' Ho Yeen' know [You ain't know]Range Rove or the bank roll, I shoot-shoot then change clothes

Fast,faste u no b erigga nor Enigma? Boyee.

hmm wat smelling in da BUILDING, i think its dat smell dat smells whenever u are SHITING, on the m.i.c am jst SPITTING, lyk a kung-fu beefer am lyrically KICKING...........holla

Watin bring u yer boi

Tragedy was here.