[Intro: For my (Queens)
[Hook: It matter what you preach cause we be The hottest shit in these x4 (This is easy) Play my on the radio all day Then put the on repeat x4
[Verse 1: Ay yo, ay yo You can treat it a state tax My teachers be like Apex My be usual, I stay vexed I shop for the funeral at Then I'm back in the game but to play less Nigga learned to play D and the J less In the game like EA Sports in real I'm coming through airports with the bag and the And the wife hard on a Tuesday morn Like she had to cut the vacay 2 days Certified telling guys through they talk Blue and white Yankee fitted New York out to the 29 other teams That try to trick me all the new color schemes While me and my niggas is doing things Do it for the money, no recovery
Nature] It don't matter you preach cause we be The hottest shit in these x4 (This is easy) Play my songs on the all day put the shit on repeat x4
[Verse 2: Flush] I ain't trying to sugar shit See me in the streets the four-fifth Neck and my wrists lit, on a long drip Talk with a God's gift, y'all couldn't fuck with him When it come to gettin' money, y'all niggas wanna run him But look, I'm the Last Dragon, I with my pants saggin' And drive real just to stop traffic Listen, my gun plastic, flush love action And sit right 'til the shit happens I run two sports, call me Bo I feel a camera cause my life flashin' It's somethin' like a movie I'm holding Uzi's And love gettin' head while I'm smokin'
Nature] It don't matter what you cause we be The hottest in these streets x4 (This is easy) Play my songs on the all day put the shit on repeat x4
[Verse 3: I'm the era with no computer, no smartphones Only flesh, and bones, get your money Can't hide in ya room and become Can't copy style, that's slanguage No swipe acting like you ballin' You're just a sneak thief, stealin' from the real we living in the era of the copy cat Get off my nuts, puppy shit, copy You survive a day in the 90's Amongst the sheisty and grimey New niggas, we'll cut your face That's a Happy Meal, nigga, yeah, a nice day You never shot nothin' but a basket, stop owe us a check, we made that pop Timberland owe us a check, we made hot Think you're somethin' new, nah, you're really not
Nature] It don't matter you preach cause we be The hottest shit in streets x4 (This is easy) my songs on the radio all day Then put the on repeat x4
[Outro: I your kids how to curse Get money, And really get on feet x4 So when they get to make money The shit to me x3 Now it all to me