Alright, how you doin' up there? No preconceived ideas of what we're going to play Either rhythmically, or melodically, or harmonically We don't know what's going to emerge from moment to moment There's no real leader, uh, of this kind of music The focus shifts, sometimes the music is coming right from the center of the room, somehow— Ayo, billionaires off the wrist Big gates on the dish AK's made his dreads lift (brrt) Fire shooters using the sticks (cap) Homie behind the G-wall for a few robberies (haan) Plus he got caught with his blick, it had two bodies Sold my soul for a thousand Maseratis Bullets back and forth like it's air hockey (doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot) Throw 'em off the roof, face first saké He look like me but more stocky I'm waitin' to let the .40 off Caught a rapper in the club, broke his wrist snatchin' his Rollie off (ha) Fluff a brick, that's what the soda for That's the code of war, kill the general and watch the soldiers fall (woo) Dropped the pack by the corner store Cherry Bugatti four-door to fall on the floorboard Been baggin' dope all night My first gloves at the Albright Imagine your favorite rapper but more nice My bars like, gettin' stabbed at the same time with four knives They gave Sly four lives (free the homie) Three racks with my kicks I never wore twiceWhippin' raw You can smell it in my Off-White (cap) I can have niggas whack your momma for a small price Wartime, I wore Patrick Moore Jackin' off the gauge, blew off his face settin' off (boom) I prayin' if I spray it, I'ma lay 'em all Dope money stuffed in the jelly jar, canary on The Maserati gods (skrrt) I had the black and orange Alright, how you doin' up there?