[Intro: Action me, it's me Uh,
[Verse 1: Bronson] I got the big bag of Skittles, like Marshawn No what, we never far from a bench Never far from a stoup, never far a hallway far from a main street, never far from a Broadway Uh, we say what the Law say Yeah, I pay the white piano on a Tryin' to a higher place I know there's more out then just us, right? So when I fuck, I try to make a doctor with this nut Or the world's opera singer Contribute to this Earth before I leave it And come back as some motherfucker named Steven New Zealand That don't smoke trees; you that I'm a fiend That's not gonna work; I hope just a dream, shit There's shark on the As I embark on mission, to go cop pays From [???] Five-hundred dimes, bodies by the P-P Six-hundred pounds like peppers in a Z-three I used to ride the pegs on a GT
Smoke DZA] Back of a GT
2: Green R. Fieldz] I burn wood, can't use no pussy to warm my chow with Sleepin' on us, then we pinnin' back fuckin' eyelids If you wanna taste my food, then I'm fuckin' wild'n I'm tryin' to get to the millions, what you on is childish Big Lebowski a pistol and a purpose Open it up and stitch it back just a surgeon My size and structure'll leave you wordless Chain-smokin' Skittles I'm nervous Your tree is Hottest in the game, I know you heard it But still in the lab on nerd shit used to label me a drug lord Hundred in hot summers I put up 'em in hands, now I got a And we made it easy So I say that I did it, these motherfuckers don't believe me I talk shit, but still that action, like Bronson And never let 'em do me like did Nucky Thompson
[Hook: DZA] Back of a GT Uh, some strong marijuana
[Verse 3: DZA] Uh, I'm sick the grammar, the Harlem glamour The boys try to slander, I'm with the banter Laundry bag fulls of P's I'm Santa Green thumb, green hand like I'm Banner my homie close, he a loose cannon I'm duecey slammin' them back In the gamblin' spot, 'Pac raps The nigga breathin', in some Y-3 boots Your whole see-through Keep it a is what you hardly do Shit, I'm godly, On my '80s Heavy Metal, bumpin' Crüe Mix the Skittle the Cookie, no [?] Level I'm on, never get here, even with Bosley Too sweet in my [?], they think Illuminati They ain't seen [?] probably The room Bad bitch, I'mma pipe her like Rowdy Shit, bud got me drowsy
[Hook: Smoke of a GT Perfomer Uh, smokin' some strong Some strong