[Verse 1 - Action Bronson]
Cash off the top, cash off the top
Play with my money motherf**er get shot
Weed from the dread that I roll in the fanta
Cover on my dick so I won't catch the monster
I don't even know myself, I'm twisted
This exquisite sh** that flip when I rip it
Crisp kiddicks, right hand quicker than Riddick's
Safe to say that I'm the sh** here
Red suede shoes, a holiday in Arizona
Cocaine knives open up the abalone
Smoke the macaroni, eat the cannelloni
Put the cameras on me, take the cameras off me
Motherf**er raise your hand when you speak
Act wild this .45 is gettin' jammed in your cheek
Play the hotel room with b**hes tossin' my bu*t
Layin' back chillin' blowin' a blunt
Motherf**er you
[Verse 2 - Meyham Lauren]
Play them sound blocks, tinted, not timid, no gimmick
Game of life is trife but due to good advice I'm 'bout to win it
f** with rap but I still run around the map and still get it
Let a n***a violate, I make a visor out his fitted
Shoebox spinach, new Glocks finish, my life is real
Calm when clocking currency but on the stage we hyper, still
I spit for New York where we rep a different type of sk**
But often plan to k** while listenin' to Cypress Hill
My knife is ill, infections get spread through incisions
Conquer and divide when we ride, peace to division
Shinin' when I'm rhymin' my slang f** up your vision
Missiles leave you layin' missionary if I'm on a mission
That's all precision, precise moves change of position
Never snitchin', define a mime during an inquisition
My team's about to run the world and that's a true prediction
Another day, another dollar, and a new affliction
[Verse 3 - Ag Da Coroner]
You know you picked the wrong n***as to f** with, you punk b**h
Tyson uppercuts, Bruce Lee front kicks
I'm Dexter with the blood splatter
Have you shakin' in the back seat with JFK, covered in brain matter
Everything I talk I walk
Crib lookin' like a blackboard, oh sh**, flooded with white chalk
Heartbeat racin' fast, when I chase yo a**
With a Jason mask, p**y boy wave the flag
Life ain't savin' that, family draped in black
Visit your maker, now you can't make it back
One-way ticket to the fire and brimstone
My mental's locked up but my physical been home
Question our God ask him what do I sin for
He said I do wrong cause Eve is my kinfolk
Bloodline of a disobedient
Mixed with the heart of a butcher, make the coroner ingredients