[Verse] Laze:
Money motivated fuck a hater can't stop the shit that I'm doin'
I load the chopper at the opposition
Block away I let the sniper hit 'em
I been chef cookin' in my hell's kitchen
If you check the straps, couple shells missin'
If you check the back, another cell flippin'
I'm a young hustler from the north, get it
Fly down to the LAX
Throw it down when I'm in the west
But I'm east side til' the day I die
See where I'm from, my hoods the best
Feel like 50 bullet proof the vest
Referee when I wave the tech
Phone ring like what you need
Homie call me back cause I ain't weigh it yet
I'm the plug though, I'm the plug though
Squad call me el jefe
Spanish papi's down to catch a homi for Laze
Long as they rent paid
Fuck a feature I don't really need ya
Your waves over barely touch the beaches
I'm Ras Baracka in these Newark streets
You Casey Veggies when its to the beef
When it come to rappin', I'm the only snappin'
When I drop an album shit is goin' platinum
I'm that new, new
You was just what happened
I been runnin' up, now I'm overlappin'
I was goin' down, now I pass the ladder
I just cannot fathom how they tryna battle
And if I ain't Jersey I don't know what happen
Gettin to the money, I'm steady maccin'
[Verse2] Marcus Ariah:
Boy I call up El Jefe
And everyday is his best day
You fuckin' with my team dog and I swear to God
It's your rest day
We comin' up and we paid now
Niggas wanna throw shade now
Had to leave my old bitch
Now a nigga whippin' i8's now
Got a 45 in the driver seat, with a deuce, deuce
Call her Derek Jeter
Had to pop a nigga talkin' wild
Man we in the jungle, had to make it even
Nigga beef ain't my forte
I gotta end it all, man I make em' vegan
Man I'm getting this money from house to house
Got 'em thinkin' that I'm trick or treatin'
In the Brick City where they getting busy
Make a phone call
Got my niggas with me
And my niggas ballin' like they never had it
Niggas blood and crackin', like a ghost Whitney
RIP to her and all my niggas dyin'
All the babies lost, and every mama cryin'
Now we pop a perc and now a nigga fryin'
With the same shit that had my mama sighin'
I ain't trippin' over nothin', been all through it
If you got a problem then you made the problem
It ain't never proper but I probably get it
If it's dirty money I ain't talkin' bout it
You ain't bout it bout it
Niggas cheese and rat
Smile in your face and then they talk about you
Then you make a bigger nigga cash out
On ya entourage and now they walkin' round you
I don't put no trust in these new niggas
All I know these tough guys they fictions
My team want that bread and that chicken
We gods like we in holy scriptures
[Verse3] Laze:
Got a couple niggas who laid in the box
Killed my nigga boo, that shit hurt the block
And I'm really trippin' that you was the one
Cause you left a son without his pops
Nothin' sweet about my city, load the semi
With my nigga Marcus, so you know we ready
All my migos loco and they swing machetes
And we chasin' pain with a shot of henny
[Verse4] Marcus Ariah:
Got my nigga Laze and the whole squad
And we takin' over like it's Armageddon
And we all gon get it and we armed and ready
Gotta get the money like we on already
Got a diamond dream, that's a dime a dozen
So we come in dozens, and we bringin' plenty
Got these niggas talkin'
But my niggas back to back to back to back
So you temporary, lil pussy
Pussy bwoy
Pussy ass niggas
Lil bitch ass niggas, yea
