Bodies - Bobby Shmurda, rowdy rebel, Chinx

Brazil, Canary, young Ronaldo

Miller convo, high with the sheek, Khalifa condo

Watchin Rondo, Boston George

On a cross with they closed caskets, before they open doors

I pray for Mecca, flood my neck up

I hit her raw, let her go see the doctors, that’s how I get my checkup

Tables turnin, pots burnin

I don’t hear them niggas talkin, Def squad, Eric Sermon

EPMD, got E, P’s and D

Crack some flavors, totems, mother nature

Shout to Harry, military

Nigga mind with a military grind, that’s necessary

That’s my nigga Chinx, icy watch, niggas blink

Throw the mink in the fire like my nigga Frank

Upper echelon, doin shit you never on

Coke Boy til my last breath… Gone

Sicillian, said dealer dons penmanship

Dark sentences, couldn’t ride, got denied membership, auto Benedict

White Benzes’s, 5% shit

Kick open them doors and bring yo niggas in, G citizen

Front lawn like five dealerships, God feelin shit

Life’s a puzzle, wise niggas die, try finish it

Died as a glorious king, most benevolent

Delegate the business with my fellowship, Queens resident

Never hesitant, seems evident

DEA couldn’t build a case without the evidence

Shot work like a sensi, tu comprende?

Motion picture shit, fuck around and win a Oscar de la Renta

You gain the world then it’s all yours

We stash money in the floor boards, numbers on them snow boards

Plenty accolades, more wars

Made it out the slums where yo closest niggas clap, no applause

Coke Boys still be on, cus Siglier boomin, it’s Young Vito Corleone