Warriors Two, Cooley High (feat. Benny the Butcher & Method Man)

You guys got fat while everybody's starvin' in the street It's my turn Nothing goes on unless I'm involved No record deals, no studio time, no streaming You sell a mixtape outta your man's trunk, we want in You hear me? We want in Nothing goes on unless Griselda and Wu-Tang are involved You think you'll live long enough to spend that money, you fuckin' hump? Hahahaha, hahaha, huh? You wanna know where to find me, I'll be at the Plaza Hotel, come see me You're welcome, oh Griselda, nigga (It's time) Yo (Uh-huh), uh, let's go (Yeah) (Peace to the young God Y) (Peace to Almighty F) (Peace, God) Sopranos don't get a cut, then you can't live (Nigga) That's shit I learned on my first state bid (My first one) I took a brick and broke it down to eight bigs (Eight of 'em) Then drove a triple that across the Golden Gate Bridge (Skrrt) Be smart, streets'll swallow you if you're not (You're not) It's a difference from bein' popular and bein' hot We put in work, then go to the hospital, see the opps (What's poppin'?) And let 'em know it's back poppin' as soon as they leave the doc' (Uh) I'm used to bread, was super fed Exclusive threads, I'm suited in Givenchy scarves, Medusa heads I'm the best shit, the proof is here (Here) These rap groups are scared, niggas is prayin' to make it through the year (Haha) I know the feelin' of prison, just make it through your bid Back when my only objective was make it to the kids They witnessed it, we businessmen, ex-coke stretchers VIP full of Hublots and Rolexes Cream up, the money long, my team's up (Ah) My queen bee in a honeycomb, she pre-nup I'm linked up with them Killa Beez, them wings up Midas, king touch, to your hoes, I'm King Just Jesus, what you hearin' is genius That pro Meth, they can protest or bring cups I cleaned up, but still ain't pullin' my jeans up In fact, whole closet is straight just like my jean cut Ain't got to tell you the flow is clever, I'm cold as ever I'm cold weather, you only sweat it or on a sweater No Cinderella, beyond the star, I'm interstellar My pen is better, if not, pick up my pen and tell 'em We bang whatever, the reign is terror, get the umbrellas They say we cocky, I mean bukake, now come get her Ayy, RZA, who made them millions off that one seller? And even better, who made they millions off one letter? Back in my bag like dime bags from Palmetto My arm ghetto, dirty ratchet, I palm metal Just like I'm smokin' a square down, I'm calm, mellow Know I'm holdin' my square down, I'm Carmelo Y'all yellow, put in work, but y'all Jell-O My arms strong, I handle bars, let y'all pedal We not friends, you can't relate, we not kin I bet him one, that's next to nothin', I'm top ten Wu-Tang Clan rocks the world (Right, magnificent)