Queens Shit

Yo I’m rich, black, the 6, the 'Lac
The Phantom, the strap, stay on my lap
I’m a hustler, ganja puffer, iron tucker
I get ripped in the afternoons before
Kids get out of school
They say Nas be fucked up
I’m up early actin' a fool
Drivin' DC, do drivebys on Lincoln statue
High in my meetin's, leave the weed
Sit the board room
Stick up men in black fishermen
Hats as my goons cameras zoom while the news
Paint views of baboons wild cowboys saloons
From the womb to the tomb
Through fashion week
Fashionistas dress like Heidi Klum
Snort balloon bags of powder an
Hour then I cruise through avenues
Where they say we was born to lose
But shouldn’t talk until they walk
Blocks in niggas shoes
I lust for pretty bitches
In designer stitches from rags to riches
In the trench sellin' crack from benches
I come from poverty
Now I crave money and all kinds of gold
School of hard knocks
I made it to the honor roll yellow tape
Mark crime scene so call a hearse through
Words that I disperse you to dirt

Verse two gotta be all murder
Just like the first verse
Timbs yellow like the hair on a Malibu surfer
Yellow like my Harry Winston glistenin' arm
B yellow like New York
City piss-stained concrete

Or black like some cherry
Molasses in wine glasses
Or black like the White House
Lamp in Barack status
Wonder why I broke black
Asses is paying taxes
While the 1% they got mansions
Up in the Hamptons black Aston
Gettin' some head while I
Move through with speed
Snatchin' this diva out her Louis jeans

I’m under Gucci covers like a movie scene
Wakin' up to the Doobie Brothers
"What a Fool Believes"
With matchin' furniture all Gucci
Maroon and green italian mob said we can’t
Let the moolie breathe

So I’ma shine 'til my rhymes
Make my jewelry freeze
Bulgari snake bracelets wrapped around
My Nubi queen the final destination, black
And white diamonds, no more segregation
I bet a watch bezel could quench
The thirst of several nations
But yet I’m swimmin' in heated
Waters with preacher's daughters
Fuckin' them off that cran' and
Vodka just completes my slaughter
Vicky’s secret, Polo boxers be the aftermath
My pimp is ill, should teach a master class
I’m out for cream
'cause money may not matter to them others
But paper’s like my bitch
So I’ma chase her like a motherfucker
I might abuse her
But I choose her as my bride
And my wrath if I lose her
Lucifer couldn’t hide aas'll burn it down
Whether in Ann's or Louis Vuitton I’m vicious
Fit's is Armani vintage
Fuck with them Barbie bitches

Tats are hieroglyphics
Lipstick on the collar
I got more to lose than you do
But I’m a rider when did the rules change
Y’all livin' trendy on pennies
Meetin' deadlines with ease, no game
You fire, I’m butane, Gator Timbs
Ostrich belts
These be the times that I surprise myself
My niggas lookin' like black
Crows at pack shows
The don boy stay pristine like I’m still 17