Set The Pick

(アルバム： The Lost Flash Drive - 2016)

[Kidd Kidd:]
How many licks do a nigga gotta hit just to come up on a brick
Like Craig hit Deebo with
Take team work to ball man, someone set the pick
I come around shooting like swish, quote this
If I can't make nothing, I'm gon' take something
Feds coming, one of y'all niggas done said something
Long as I remain here I'm gon' stay thugging
Rap don't pay the bills then I'm gon' stay hustling
6 million ways to die, choose one
A lot of niggas afraid to die, you won
You got all them guns inside, shoot one
As the last nigga fall for they life, who won?

[Lloyd Banks:]
Yo fuck your interview
That lil buzz you got is political
I knock your pride out, I'm dumbing down still, too lyrical
You photobombing, awful timing, don't know nobody
Hard to keep up with kings, I show a body
How it's guided from a shattered stage
Bout to make me a money barricade
Usually rapping cane, gorgeous bougie bitch that Paris made
My jewelry ain't the average grade
Tool in my movie got you woozy from my acid phase
Wealthy spilling glasses raised, hold up niggas have to pay
Shotty rip your leg away
Sumo when I flat the track
Assume I'm coming back to stack
Vrooming something black on black
Room to let my Mac attack
Vrooming out my acrobat
Zooming in my habitat
Two's in my accomplishments
Comments full of nonsense
But them fools don't want the consequence
Bruising once my crimes commence
[?] trips in my defense
Sharp as the razor that I use to rip your confidence
Your losing is obvious

[Tony Yayo:]
Fuck your radio host, fuck your rap blog
Fuck your favorite rapper and his big body guard
Fuck the industry man the streets gon' remember me
As T-O-N-Y Yayo, I been a G
Pull up and these haters getting finicky
Music loud, rolling loud, potency can hardly see
Splendid, extravagant relaxation
I guess that's why these bitch niggas hating
Got the persona of drug lords
Versace slippers, Versace robe
Hit Rio in Brazil
My life real
I got a lot of cliental
I'm on that Pusha T shit, going diamond on my cell

[Lloyd Banks:]
I'm supposed to chill? Man shit is real
That was my only destination out here in the field
The drama cooking and my partner caught raw deal
The people looking tryna make it out on four wheels
[Tony Yayo:]
I ain't got no bail, shit is really real
Now it's hots on one cot in the jail
Prosecutor tryna kill a nigga for a cell
Talking football numbers man, shit is really real