[Un Pacino] Yeah, Uh huh, It's going down Yeah, Uh huh, Yo Me and Perb go back like bikes, Bananas on it When I first heard this song, (Be gone) Bananas on it Now I'm so in depth with the track and I standing on it You see how them breaks just come and I'm landing on it You see with every punch line is like firing a gun Or completion of two albums, I'm retiring young A going somewhere sandy, Ocean front land piece Lamping while yall still sitting in the Camrys Sand beach, I'm talking bikinis and margaritas Remind me of the Broadway play, (Mama Mia) Two with me but I'm still tryna find me a Mama mia I'm on the beach calling bitches like Mace, (Mama sita) Yeah, You know I'm tryna rise to the top I get on I'm throw'n at least five pies to the block (Ten pounds) Six hazy, Four pounds of the sour D And put a stool in the hood, Buy two, (A hour free) And if you really that nice no charge, Your hour's free In the sixties had it pop'n, Fiends coming from Howard beach man
[Interlude: Lord Superb] I remember that man, I remember that man That was when, We was living that gangsta life Yeah, You don't know nothing about it Living that gangsta life, You don't know about me We were living that gangsta life You aint never been a project nigga That gangsta life, And you aint never gone be
[Lord Superb] Nigga I aint just write ya album, I produced it Put your mic together, Showed you how to use it Without me you useless, They know what the truth is Phantom of ya hits, Know they know who the truth is We was off a cruise ship, Everything exclusive Now you a studio gangsta, A Mike \"booth\" Vick Yeah Ghost, I'm talking bout you nigga They wanna know why this little nigga go this hard It's prophecy, I get my verses from the poet Gods Made it Hell on Earth, Every show is Mars Before I met Ghost, Ghost aint go this hard I aint write every rhyme, But his flow is mine I aint writing nothing else, See if he blow this time But that shit won't happen till his soul refined Tell em, He aint just a rapper he an older man I guess I'm not, He nature, I gotta hold his hand Keep it on some rap shit, I know that he fam I could get close, Like sit at his table and cut his ham World full a=of children and God, Devils helping Understand, I'm the reason they jealous When I rock velour my sneakers is velvet My chain cause pneumonia, There's no zirconia Gotta move the bed rocks, Said I'm too stoned up Charged with statutory rape, My rims was too grown up
