Greene Eyes

[Verse 1: Von Pea] Listening' to rachet Music made by niggas with bachellors Feeling some kind of way Really it's a mask or Masquerade, these labels are after slaves anyway You get what you paid for But launder what I take off They said if I switch up persona I'mma take off I said "If I lift up this llama y'all will break north" Pap-pap-pap-pap Y'all thought I was way soft That don't make me hard It either make me a liar or a felon But either way I'm rapping so it's not like I embellish BK is in my blood, not a Nets or a Knicks fan We the home team, I'm a checks and a kicks fan Never scuffing it, strip clubs on payday Chicks with fake asses, looking like Shanaynay Y'all prefer 'em in glasses Out of them spinning classes Got 'em singing in my living room like Ray J [Verse 2: Quelle Chris] Mayday to the shayday, fall apart AM, humans, payday, me and you I'm tired of eating rappers, what's next on the menu? If I don't think you fly then why would I pretend to? Seems you into Ruinin' instrumentals Ew with all that doodoo coming out your pens and pencils The only sound piece of advice that I could lend you Is keep doing what you're doing, it makes me look better Ain't nobody even checking for you anyway See me out, you want to politic or spark a J I'll be like "Too bad man, I just stopped smoking yesterday." Now can my niggas just kick back and wax upon these random beers? [Verse 3: Don Will] Discussing rare chandeliers I've been the illest even since I was a Pamper pee-er Don't need ? a so ? I'm on my own shit Coasting up an lampin there Coastal of don't matter where East, west, fucking south Rose petals on the steps every time I leave the house Ay yo, yo I'm coming to America Long trip from a place where English ain't the standard Ah, fuck Forgot what I was bragging 'bout Woke up wondering, what the hell is swag about? I guess I've got to gut the new nigga Stress about it I've been around since Steelo was a noun, shit Rap retirement home, yo It's a line to take a piss over Watch The Throne It's a line, not a diss if you watch the poem ? And chill "Eat 'em up Will!" Take a loss, learn the lesson every time that I fail Make a ? mistakes, couple stacks lost, oh well It's ? with the paper, break it down and rebuild [Verse 4: Fresh Daily] Well I don't know about you But I'm Brooklyn to the core Only five minutes left and I'm looking at the score Cause I'm something like the Nets, always the underdog But always coming correct Highlight it and underscore Taking all bets, I won't fumble with the ball It's a promise, not a threat A lot of hunger is involved Mind your speech when you're speaking with the nobles Killing 'em overseas, expertly keeping it local Any day of the week, got freaks at my disposal I'm calling due, both the pepperseed, and the mogul The open like a oval, we roam like a mobile Phone, black fist, power in our vocal tone That's when you realize these guys got the key to life A alikes who Be alike and See alike [Verse 5: Cavalier] Shouts to the brotherhood of not give a fuckishness Eloquent ignorance, cunts leave 'em succulent There's plenty in the sea, I just succumb to the puckerfish We naked blowing blunts in public Check the bucket list The emp wears no clothes My hemp odor allures The scent drifts, they get lifted Float and follow their nose My poetry and prose writhe with trife Mary Jane Say is it names, blame the ways I was raised Said you were supposed to rise above Took that at face value, got high with a blunt to the face Session Coughed Wesson out on the block Told the cop "Repeat the question." My eyes Raspberry Schweppes, concession For some it's too dense and too pungent Can't put they thumb on my gems or loose nuggets I know Zeus is Jupiter, cooning is "Cool Runnings" The wise fool Mule kicking the hood from the clutches of Klu Kluxes