(Verse 1) Jae-Skeese

Factual rhymes, that's how i had to do mines
Goin hard the type of bars you see when capitol crimes committed, Envision me pennin' inferior, lesser
Ask ya siri im better and she'll tell ya i'm in my zone i'm home not on the left of the catcher
See me strikin' my curves thrown will bend ya mind in, i'm ya your highness like
Czars on a throne, olajuwon and malone,
I always roam on a song with bars sonnets and poems
Legit, i'll kill a fit rockin clarks or the foams
1990$ got broads up out they bras on my phone uh
I mack real, this nigga will cap peel, on beats
Cuz mountains ain't even high as this catskills uh,
Not satisfied even at goin my hardest
Average heighted nigga possessin' napoleon complex
They mirages, rappers left still on the carpet
Illest and hardest bars cold chill as a carcass, nigga

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I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that
So come and vibe wit a real nigga x4

(Verse 2) G5-GI
Word, loud packs, keep swishers
No seeds, no sticks
Car service, in the back seat wit your bitch, I'm on shit
Kush in my brain, we are not smokin' the same, stay in your lane
poppin' champagne, that Cristal
No more Cliquot, money only thing bigger than my ego
On my grind for my people, see my life through the peephole
We gave ya'll the first movie, now its time for the sequel
Funny how these niggaz never used to see us
Now every time we turn around these niggaz tryna be us
Probably in your local mall, shoppin for sneakers
We don't fuck with ya'll like Adidas
I just copped the Benz for the features, features, features
And the way the beats sound through the speakers, speakers
Kenny beats by the way, real shit here bitch

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(Verse 3) Brasco
Revisited the 90's flow then broke em off proper
The Don Corleone of F1rstClass, and we the mobsters
Crab, fish and lobster, my women fine as wine
I be killin' pussy parallel to killin' time
Romance for the streets, sex murder and beef
A cow for the cash and i'm a pig when i feast
Ya bitch dig a nigga, say my poetry is deep
Rather run with wolves, than sleep with sheep
Maybe its just me, who's gonna be the moderator
I'm a stone cold killer, agains the nay-sayers
Leave em dead up in the attic, the magic match the flame
A soul will never enter my slaughterhouse again
Homie I aint playin, in losses I gain
Pieces to the puzzle of a bigger picture
And its lookin' clearer, lookin' through my rearview mirror
I'm a bad motherfucker, Mike Jack, more thriller

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