Hold up and analyze

Come on, get on, get some

Listen close as I prove my point(We do our thing, son) yeah

Hold up and analyze (we′re more solid)

Come on, get on, get some (yeah)

Listen close as I prove my point

(Ready to make an entrance so back on up) yeah

No comparison we more solid than they are (uh)

Me and Hit-Boy they say we like the new Gang Starr (uh)

Me and Flacko they say we the new wave gods

Shout to Max B he could be home any day, God (yeah)

Wake up out the bed scruffy, sparkin' my J

Shine my nickel-plated then I′m startin' my day

My old lady call me baby, told her, "Pardon my age"

12 shells in the gauge like a carton of eggs

We goin' home like Eric Cartman, chromosomes on my conscience

Hear some niggas talkin′ nonsense, call up Nasty Nastradamus

Rock the pearls and diamonds, break your promise, break her wallets

Break her heart and break her pockets

Takin′ notes like guidance counselors

Aristocrat like the Chancellor, the answer to the, uh, panhandlers

The corners with the mans is up, the jig is up, the scams is up

Yeah, they hands is up, lookin' in the crowd, yeah

Tryna fuck the world but my pants still up

Tryna invest in all my G′s before we rest in peace

'Cause we sure to rest in peace

The rest is set the record set, as soon as I release

The rumors be I roam the streets with no security

They know a nigga overseas (uh)

Kinda swag that′s passed from your mom and dad

Prada bags and we cheesin' on them Calvin ads (yeah, yeah)

Might′ve peeped the billboards 50 feet when out in traffic

Starin' at a nigga picture, shit, you bound to crash it

No comparison, we more solid than they are

Me and Hit-Boy they say we like the new Gang Starr

Me and Flacko they say we the new wave gods

Shout to Max B he could be home any day, God

(Hold up and analyze)

Yeah, A$AP Mob got Mass Appeal

(Come on, get on, get some)

Call up Nasty Nas, niggas hit the lick like ah, ah, ah

Wake up out the bed, wrap my durag up

Say a prayer, I'm thankin′ God that Mom dukes had us

Monotone style like Guru on some Preemo cuts

Crewneck by McQueen go nuts

Jewels over my white hoodie like Juvie in ′9-8

It's movies that I make, Peruvian white flake

It tore the community at a high rate, adversity I faced

I roll my own gas to make sure that it′s not laced

Damn, I used to hit the block hopin' they see me

Watchin′ Video Music Box sittin' close to the TV

I was inspired by Whodini and Kool G

Got my first pair of J′s, thought I was 2-3 (Air)

Invest in all my G's before we rest in peace

'Cause we sure to rest in peace

My shorty is a piece, a piece of mind, a dimepiece

I might buy her a piece of property

You might′ve had some joints but ain′t nothin' like me and Rocky seen

No comparison, we more solid than they are

Me and Hit-Boy they say we like the new Gang Starr

Me and Flacko they say we the new wave gods

Shout to Max B he could be home any day, God

(Come on, get on, get some)

Yeah, A$AP Mob got Mass Appeal

(We do our things son)

(Listen close as I prove my point)

Tell Hit we got a hit, ayy, ayy

Tell Hit we got a hit, ah

Call up Nasty Nas, niggas hit the lick like ah, ah, ah