[Intro: Action me, it's me Uh,
[Verse 1: Bronson] I got the big bag of Skittles, like Marshawn No matter what, we far from a bench Never far from a stoup, never far from a 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 left nut Or the world's greatest opera Contribute something to Earth before I leave it And come back as some other named Steven From New That don't smoke trees; you know that I'm a That's not gonna work; I hope it's just a dream, There's shark on the As I embark on this mission, to go cop From one-seven-three Five-hundred dimes, bodies by the P-P pounds combined Stuffed like in a Z-three I used to ride the on a GT Performer
Smoke DZA] Back of a GT
[Verse 2: Green R. I burn wood, can't use no pussy heat to my chow with Sleepin' on us, then we pinnin' back your fuckin' 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 with a pistol and a Open it up and stitch it back just like a My plant size and structure'll leave you Chain-smokin' Skittles I'm nervous Your is worthless strain in the game, I know you heard it But still in the lab on nerd shit They to label me a drug lord Hundred packs in hot I put up 'em in hands, now I got a And we made it look So when I say that I did it, motherfuckers don't believe me I talk shit, but still 'bout that action, like And never let 'em do me like did Nucky Thompson
[Hook: Smoke of a GT Perfomer Uh, smokin' some strong
[Verse 3: DZA] Uh, I'm sick the grammar, the Harlem glamour The try to slander, I'm hater-proof with the banter Laundry bag of P's like I'm Santa Green thumb, green like I'm Bruce Banner Keep my close, he a loose cannon I'm slammin' them shots back In the gamblin' spot, Ramblin raps The highest nigga breathin', in Y-3 boots whole style see-through Keep it a is what you hardly do Shit, I'm godly, On my '80s Heavy Metal, bumpin' Mötley Mix the with the Cookie, no [?] Level I'm on, you'll never get here, even with Too sweet in my [?], they think it's They even seen [?] probably The room Bad bitch, pipe her like Rowdy Rowdy Shit, this bud got me
[Hook: DZA] Back of a GT Uh, smokin' some marijuana Some strong