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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Smoke DZA
Smoke DZA
Performer
Pete Rock
Pete Rock
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
S. Pompey
S. Pompey
Songwriter
P. Phillips
P. Phillips
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pete Rock
Pete Rock
Producer
Dan "The Man" Humiston
Dan "The Man" Humiston
Mixing Engineer
John Spark Moriau
John Spark Moriau
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm from this little part of Harlem shit is like Iraq
Young boys barking but his pack bite back
**** playing you will lay life facts
Take Eric Gardner killers give me Sean Price back
Where that dour actually like that
Cali broad showing me her new boobs on iChat
Headlights beaming she all excited
Can't wait for me to touch her give her that Midas
Livest living legend Larry Zbyszko
Unleash the pit bulls it's lit though
Few **** tried to play 'em
He did nothing
Left 'em laying 'nother shame, man
I had to kill my son like Cain and
**** playing with the wrong knife in the drawer
Money on your head put your life on the wall
Pray, Smokestradamus I be visioning things
As I'm lighting up the skittle in the 600 Benz
[Verse 2]
Big figures way before rap
All black 600 Benz
Big **** lighting that pack
Lean back counting my ends
Big figures way before rap
All black 600 Benz
Big **** lighting that pack
Lean back counting my ends
[Verse 3]
She's in seek of perfection
She should start with her soul
What makes you a soldier
How quick you climb out a hole
Threw us under the basement
Now it's penthouses and homes
Food stamps and Medicaid raised every **** I know
Give you the signal when the cigars get lit
'Bout now we owning our masters on some mobster shit
Another Benz, got the Beamer with the doors up
Case of blunts, half a pound reeking on the tour bus
I'd rather walk than ride with a pussy ****
Corns and callouses with pride in my Gucci slippers
Can't be talking global to a bitch who local
Can't be rolling up smoking just to pass **** your roaches
Why you making threats never busting the hammer
**** sleeping on me, heavy starches pajamas
You're looking at a hustler with a cause
Remember a **** name but call me the fucking boss
(Maybach music)
[Verse 4]
Big figures way before rap
All black 600 Benz
Big **** lighting that pack
Lean back counting my ends
Big figures way before rap
All black 600 Benz
Big **** lighting that pack
Lean back counting my ends
[Verse 5]
(Maybach music)
(Maybach music)
[Verse 6]
New York shit
New York, New York shit
New, New York
New, New York shit
New, New York rock
Written by: P. Phillips, S. Pompey, William Roberts
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