[Intro: Estee Nack]
[?], you know what I'm sayin’?
We don't want 'em to know what’s goin' on, you know what I'm sayin'?
Y'all n***as don't know what's goin' on yet, know what I’m sayin’?
That's... that’s called growing pains
It's an adjustment period, you feel me?
'Cause this is real genuine art, real culture
See, that's what what me move, know what I’m sayin'?
Culture is a way of life, that's what we do, we livin' shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
Everything I do in my muthafuckin' life, my G, it's part of this muthafuckin' art
I'm paintin' a muthafuckin' brushstroke every time I take a step, boy
I wake up in the morning and take beautiful breaths, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'ma do that shit 'til ain't nothin' left, ya heard?
[?], son

[Verse: Estee Nack]
Had to whip out the Crockpot, switch the pants
Switzerland, Russian guns in the whip as if this shit Sudan
First n***a get outta hand, he gets a tan
I could turn half a figure to morе than fifty grand
Pissed and ran, jetted swift
Crеated distance in the creamy i750, then fled to Poughkeepsie
Next to me, God gettin' [?], yo
We uplifted the golden cups, crispy cocaine cut Crisco
Flow Ted Kaczynski, smoke sensi, supreme [?], yo, Allah sent me
I said to be theyself, 'ssentially
Century of self, sensually, all these Spanish mamis
Success' saboteur in Ferragamo accessory
A lotta seasonin' our accessory, this our muthafuckin' destiny
Desert Eagle get deadly, less questioning
Money makin' enemies turn to memory, n***as dead in the penitentiary
I been dressin' elegant since elementary
They wasn't feedin' n***as' soul, and n***as know love
Confidentially sold drugs, smoke a opp
After he been rolled up in an old rug, pull the plug
Thumb the bank note, thank you, we not thumpin' with no thugs
Whole jugg, I ain't even know who the ho was
Bitch pussy kinda stink, shit ruined my whole buzz
Corner with a Glock 9 weapon and swole lungs, no
Money come first, if you threaten, I blow guns
[Hook: Estee Nack]
We count baggies and bundles
While fightin' off savages in rumbles
Listen, we want the fetti, no fumble
Turn to Arnold Schwarzenegger in the jungle, yeah
Oye, count the baggies and the bundles
All that, savages in rumbles
We want the fetti, no fumble
Might just turn to Schwarzenegger in the jungle, yeah

[Interlude: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, fuck these n***as, lord (Ay, fuck these n***as, lord)
N***as can't fuck with me (Cannot fuck with me)
Uh-uh
Shit too fuckin' easy (Shit too fuckin' easy)
$1.3 mil in just red cars, n***a
Yo, bum muthafuckas
This the greatest shit you ever seen in ya muthafuckin' life, n***a (Flygod)
2023 my shit (It's my shit, n***a)
La-la-la-la-la-la
2024 my shit (That's gon' be my shit, n***a)
2025 my shit (That's gon' be my shit, n***a)
La-la-la-la-la-la
Estee
These n***as is fuckin' bums (Ah!)
Free Kutter, free Sly
Ah!
[Outro: Hacksaw Jim Duggan]
Two men had pistols... they pistol whipped him, chased him down the road. Every house he went to, he pounded on the door: "Help! Let me in!" Nobody let him in 'til he got to my house, our house. He climbed over the... the fence, he lost his shoes, broke into the house. I... thank goodness, Tucker, I didn't have a gun when he first came through, 'cause I... I thought he was, uh... an invasion. He first came through, I went back to wrestling mode, argh! I got him, I threw him out of the house, ya know? And then... then I grabbed that big, uh... .44 Magnum