im a queens nigga,im on top of newyork,i feel like popping a cork,i let my property talk,if you could properly walk in my nine ana halfs,you would grab a bar of soap and wash in my blood bath,i got a bright future but i live in a thugs past,its genetics give me my credit i love math,im a savage my guns automatic,so is the patek,and my shirt louie,nigga same as the baggage,that i hopped off the aircraft with,im a fly talker this aircraft spit,if i did it i did it im a wear that shit, like a pair of new clothes,you should hear my new flows,you say dont feel um wear a few holes,like old pyrex busting on a new stove,you no the rules make mules wear a few loads,anartic shooters wearing to poles,under they montcler cause they really to cold,i ball stand tall like minot bol,on blocks sold more rock then minoto,im spaced out i make drops in pluto,i parachute no parasuco,