[Verse 1: A.G.]

You know we got it sewn for now

Cause I throws it down

Plus I'm frozen down with a golden sound

Where that lye at?

I blow blunts backwards nigga try that

Expose these hi-hats to my raps

When my gat blow it's more than just about rap

Strong hand the Giant and his fam

I doubt that, gon' make cats flip with or without rap

But still make hits and shit where your mouth at?

How's that?

Bounce the track with a rap I doubt you pack

I'm straight up motherfuck y'all cats is out the back

I must confess I smoke bless

Blessed to make the loot investin' my troops

And holdin' rests known for chest in arrest

Home alone with some dame

Name the weed Sharon cause I'm Stone

I rock the five the dire

Next stop is the money train

See me in the Range then you know that the money came



[Verse 2: A.G.]

Wanna be blown retarded I got a Jones for dollars

And if you know what I know you'll say "hoes hit the hardest"

Roll with known robbers but still burn scholars

With PhDs my degrees is 360

Merced off in the zero that follows the fifty

I believe I can fly even higher than these trees get me

I brought the Desert E's with me

With more clips than a bag of roaches

I'm mad explosive

Keep watchin' y'all fowl like judges in boxin'

Out fox'em you better hold your head it's not an option

Excel on the spot you're shell shocked I shall rock

At first it was catch and kiss now hoes catch a dick

Like 62 grams I flip quick a brick couldn't slow me down

Cause only I hold me down

Now these hoes Change Faces they wanna stroke me now

Cause they know it's me but next move it's get O.U.T.



[Verse 3: A.G.]

Aiyyo in God's name I grab mics and create flames

and blaze shit leave 'em in amazement with basics

Face it, I'm the dopest in here

Checkin' for the second baddest bitch

Cause the first is who I came with

I peep the fiend to Roc Raida playin' again

We got 'em namin' like some D that's waitin' a ten

You sport the ice and rock the Role', I done that

But here's a jewel a nigga once told me; run that

It's real feelin' steel on ya back

Listen closely now I choke gats for shit like that

Wanna rise to the top they wanna take what we got

But Allah is the master plan on some last plot

Nigga front like my shit ain't hot, I go bananas

Similar to scamas on some unidentified shit

So peep the livest

Don't sleep cause I don't like surprises

The Bronx got more stripes than tigers