Yo, my mind is seein through your design like blind fury
I shine jewelry sippin on crushed grapes, we lust papes
And push cakes inside the casket at Just wake
It's sickenin, he just finished biddin upstate
And now the projects, is talkin that somebody gotta die shit
It's logic, as long as it's nobody that's in my clique
My man Smoke, know how to expand coke, and Mr. Coffee
Feds cost me two mill' to get the system off me
Life's a bitch, but God-forbid the bitch divorce me
I'll be flooded with ice so hellfire can't scorch me
Cuban cigars meetin Foxy at the Mosque
Movin cars, your top papi Senor Escobar