Understandable smooth shit to jump off the stoop with Know I kick in my two cents, it's duffles and toothpicks To give you 16 feels like if a pound flew in Competition nutso? Let's GPS where the roof is Yea, the same flow came out the hallway with me I put 95 on my back like I'm DeAndre Bembry It's like I'm Illmatic sitting on loop Meets Mortal Kombat finishing moves You seen what the Genesis do And the endings is Jordan-esque or whichever way that the play goes Cause six joints will get you whatever, I came as Thanos I threw you jewels with an NYCHA flow Blue and orange signs like I was on Dolan's payrol Malcolm X Air Raid Nikes, by the caseload But still good to fuck with a Becky like John Stamos Taught to know that the rule of thumb was innuendos And to slay the Box but to make love to instrumentals, do the math I spent more on the baggies than what they spent on the yola Off a plate got rid of weight just like I'm Marsha Ambrosius My bitch caught a job to shop and take up yoga The strap on the heckler, I'm Koch made out of cobra You know Benny stuff them 12 12 skinny's until it's over Strip ladies, still was stingy just like I'm Tommy Mottola Nobody rhymin' dominant, honest probably since Hova Crown me kindly, I'm known as the Blueprint finally decoded Proud to be noticed, watch me, all this grinding got me promoted We click statues, poverty molded I got rich with the Pyrex turn the forks around it Then retired and got richer just talkin' 'bout it I'm still smoking on the rawest Sour Open the trap, close that, then the count the racks up after office hours Fans want classics and suckas walk past us Hustlers don't want much, just comfortable traffic All these rap niggas get as comfortable caskets No subliminals, I'm shootin' hunting bow accurate Let's go, who run this city the most Me and Sky shot up the club like Diddy and Po I be at your front door if it really was smoke Every hustler who seen a brick say Benny The G.O.A.T. Everybody talkin' that who's the best shit, all of y'all could stop it For two years, I recorded the hardest shit that's rockin' Verse of the year on like all the shit I jotted I raised the bar then I linked with Marshall in the process I weigh the raw, I link from Baltimore to Compton It ain't no ice, leave that cold water on the locket Yeah, now it's Audemars the watches Fifty pointers, like Harden for the rockets Silencer on the real, got it muffled to see Popped a nigga in his side and broke a couple of ribs Sky, I was broke when we shot that "Luxury" vid Now I'm on I.G. showin' bitches what luxury is Aw yeah, I made it clear, they can't fuck with the kid I d'ed shorty that played Faith, 'cause I just did it "Big" Griselda Records, I'm the muscle, you dig? I don't tussle, I let my gun touch you , you dig? It's the Machine, bitch I can see clear throughout the universe, the quasars and soon a verse Through multiple suns, moons, the Earths I rhyme exquisite and shut your city down, to the West, I'm a blizzard On the East, I'm a Kamikaze pilot visit Who said the kid in the Byzantine who envisioned green Isn't mean as a prison scene and don't keep their division clean I spit that hot tamale, wasabi mixture, that's a Rob Zombie picture Stop playing checkers with Bobby Fisher And just embrace it, I made it to the top floor out the basement, blew your advance on a bracelet Pick a line I write, it's not as wicked as a sick piranha bite A brick of China white, lit wick on a stick of dynamite a quick reminder might Show you niggas with a slick persona, I come through your chick's pajamas and dick ya mama right Either the flow's acid, or a trigger finger to expose plastic Leave it closed casket with a rose basket Ayo, my first love was a Mac-10 I caught a handful, I had three bodies back then Little snot nosed nigga, takin' niggas chains off Dope so thick, I had to hit it with a chainsaw Astin Martin with the snake seats In the kitchen for a different stove fish waist deep Yankee blue tops, twenty dollars get you three of 'em Paul made the sweat suit be leanin' with the thing on 'em Ayo, Versace on the goalie, told my teacher fuck you, I'm in class in a Rollie Stacked a hundred thousand, that was back in 2000 Sold a dummy brick, hurry up nigga, count it I need the Cherry Mayback, ASAP, and then counseling Plug thirty fiends at the Raddison, got 'em dirt cheap Three states we had to travel in, make it back safe Forty each, I was abdomen, break one down Everything off the mannequin