(feat. June the Great)




[Intro - Royce talking]

You are now rocking to the sounds of my dawg. DJ Green Lantern

Bar Exam 2 nigga. It's a motherfuckin' holiday bitches



[Verse 1 - June the Great]

I slang hope to the world like my name was Obama

Shakin' hands with your father while I'm fuckin' yo momma

Drama

But I'ma say I'm in a league of my own

Blowin' my own horn

Horns of my cousin, Chevy in Texas

I had to shout him out he's from the south

Got pussy with me for my brother when he get out

No doubt

It goes one for the money

Two for the show

Three for the M.I.C. now let's go

June's flow is pro

Turn my speakers up louder

Learn my shit

Then recite it up in the shower

No homo

Yeah, peep my promo on behalf of the Bar Exam 2

This is my message from me to you

They'll probably be happy when I'm long gone

But that'll never happen cause I got way too many songs

MC's take note, but don't quote too much

Find your own style and get 'mo in touch

Plus

Pussy make the world go round and mine spinnin' out of control

Where I'ma stop, nobody knows

You don't want me close to ya

Scared I might roast ya

But if I should stop, then who these streets gonna toast to?

Here's the book of life, I just wrote you a new page

Inspired by the beat, by the smell of my purple haze

Hey, Grand River niggas up to no good

June 1st

I bring you all closer to my hood



[Chorus]

Wall Street

Wall Street

Yeah, yeah

Uh huh



[Verse 2]

My appetite for destruction

My type to do the bustin'

I eat the beat up like I got an appetite for percussion

Lighten the mood like it's night and there's moonlight

Platoon, high on them shrooms but this ain't no food fight

Witch

I could fly on a broom stick to my rude type

My crew don't be 'bout no excuses, gesundheit

God bless you, sneeze

I'll wet you, sleeves

Your arms ain't like ours yet, our recipe is...

Beef on a platter

Go on and chatter, it don't matter

My cheese, I'm eatin' like I'm obese but only fatter

I only know how to do it the Harriet Tub way

I'm Underground like the Railroad, I'm prepared to get ugly

My narrative thug day, can only compare me to drugs

I take a nigga way from him like Jared from Subway

You, could, never ever be on my level

You don't know what you're in

But you're in/urine guns like I took a pee on my metal

Just me and my shuttle

We fly

We go together like my feet and my petal

We ride

How could I not be greatest?

When I got Muhammad Ali boxin' inside me in Vegas

Aye

Haters

I just wanna say this

I know I'm underrated

But I ain't under paid when it comes to makin'

Money

I'm so hot I feel like the son of Satan

I'm so hot I feel like the sun is hatin'

Your bitch

Hhhhuhhhhuhhhh

Breathin' like a hundred H's

I am the reason for your under takin'

There's only one equation

And it equals I am the sum of greatness



Yeah, yeah

Uh huh