Finesse you like Howard Ratner, trust its a pattern
For certain better see the jewels uncut, lookin raw and dapper
Nyc cold you could feel it in your bones
All good though, still rock the cobra skin loafers stretched at the toe
Size 12 foot, pain at the sole
We made the oath, so heres the toast
From here on out we stay on ten toes
Wreck any opposition with the swift closed fist
Eventually the Richard Mille will flash on the wrist
Till then, i'll keep spitting out classics, like a prime ray allen i won't miss
I heard art is subjective, i did it?
It hits or you miss
Don't invite me to thanksgivin
I might just eat your food and dip because i gotta settle some business
Don't mean to sound foul
But i rather make some bread, than wait for the next round
Penthouse 1205, killer views, deadly rhymes
Missed her glass, 1942 spill, flowing through her thighs
What was once his is now mines
I'm talking bout the bottle, not the bitch
But if she wanna come with me i won't have to insist
200 mg coquito, leave you passed out like Robinson, ay bendito
I shouldn't have drank the whole thing solo un poquito
Last roll of the dice, oh shit i hit
10 G's the amount, hit the lick and split
Rush over to the crib
Deposit the bread in the mattress where the purple 50's live
Queens
Sin Miedo
