3 Kings (feat. Smoke DZA & Benny the Butcher)

Bleek, I bring it right to your boss, ****

You? You, I send to the store, ****

And tell you, "Keep the change"

You know I do my thang

You **** talkin' cocaine and never moved a thing

You ain't never touched snow in a blizzard, ****

We done cut more birds up than Thanksgiving, ****

20 years later, still in position, ****

That D'usse flowin' like the Pacific, ****

I ain't from Cali', but all the watches is blue faced

I made a bag this week, and it's only Tuesday

Blues, the fact you talkin' to a boss

We been puttin' up plaques, my whole team floss

Porsche 718, came with a paper plate

Tuxedo, black, lookin' like I already ate

The money change, me, I'm off the project bench

I catch a **** slippin' at his side chick crib

The livest one, out bad stylin', son

I'll light your world up, if I fire this gun

I retired that, you should be admirin' son

I got the game, though, you should be inquirin' some

I put you onto shit, **** used to tell me I can't do

In the mansion now, tellin' myself that they ain't you

Little **** from Brooklyn, but look where I took it

They said I'd be dead or in and out Central Bookin'

They got it right, I'm in and out the country full of bookin'

Type to tell you ride or slide but know all about us in Brooklyn

I been in every place, **** told me I can't go

Copy to yo, he been rockin' my chain, yo

That's word to mother, never heard that they played Bleek

Spotify, Tidal only way you could play Bleek

Maybe on Apple, never The Big Apple

'Cause I'll get at you (my ****, Bleek)

My **** will clap you (yo, yeah)

They see this Rollie and they know we pitchin' (know we pitchin')

Like they can tell I got it out a glass pot in a smoky kitchen (smoky kitchen)

Let me teach you what your OG didn't (c'mere) don't be timid

You like the cashier at Chick-fil-A, you owe me chicken

So much work, I give a brick away and don't be trippin' (I'm cool)

So many blocks, I give a strip away and don't even feel it (I'm cool)

Fuck talkin', you gotta show me digits (show me the money, ****)

I'm the plug, they'll probably tap you, if they know we kick it (damn)

Got my family out the trenches, ****

I had to stack and put traps where it's Family Dollars and Rent-A-Centers

Got a cannon on me like Philip River (brr)

When I fan it, enough blood spilled from **** to fill a river (agh)

When your favorite rapper had me goin' to sleep (they had me goin' to sleep)

Butch was crashin' through them beats like a Category (just like a Category 3, uh)

That's why Def Jam pay us, I'm like old James Harden

I'm like 24 Kobe with the left hand layup (ah, right, butch, ah)

Told the lil' homie "Stay patient" (stay down)

When the price spike, I call back home, and got it shakin' (right)

Box trucks to hit the pavement

You thinkin' for Amazon, nah, I got 'em to move plates in

We D-boys, hit B'more for the Ravens

My old head'll drive five states, he a great friend

Gettin' to the money, an anomaly at it (uh-uh)

My only issue's makin' sure it properly packaged (uh-uh)

I put the plan together like The Abbot

How we roll on 'em, drop bows on 'em, Randy Savage (really)

If I don't know you, then you need a referral

Every crevice in every city, I done travelled the world (uh)

****, you seen it through the window like you Ms. Pearl (uh)

You ain't never leave the block you had to sit still (right)

I own all the masters, got a rich deal (really)

When Shipes threw the alley-oop, I caught a windmill

DZA