Molasses

[Intro: Raekwon] Yo, legend man, what’s the prognosis, great minded? Ain’t nothin', just swimmin' in life you know It’s all good and shit man, word up man So yo, you go around the corner You got nourishment over there, waiting for you, man The other dude, youknowhatimsayin’ Tell U Bar Allah, I said, what’s good Who was up in the spot last night [Raekwon] Word to the gold Panameras and to the wood grain in my Lambo I go the extra mile, my flow scaffolds Crew cuts, the older niggas, the game rumors, just the same goons When niggas catch visions for killing capos Palestinian armor, golden rocket launcher, my aunt She copped it for me, bought it in Rwanda See demon schemin', niggas get live in the Beacon I’m shaw to shank shit up like Morgan Freeman Pussy getting rapper, rich nigga, one-on-one rents niggas And incidents, my fingerprints been tore up We sell love slingin' like Siemens, the snort-able Beemers They love callin' niggas names out, you screamin' Feds try to trap us and plus tap us, niggas’ll grab us Throw you in the rassle, yo, clap ups Catch me at the Stephen King mansion With four of my Branson niggas With me, me and Britney, a dancer Know your shit authentic by the way your hat fit on you, with it I’m like the Blair Witch nigga in the rented Curtains in the five-seven, chunky and short Baggin' dope up in the backseat, your package's walk Holdin' my girl wedding ring, she Medellin Name is Beretta King, live in Alpharetta and she never leave me Flow freely this is all graffiti, the cloth we cut from Is straight from a rich nigga, greedy [Hook: Raekwon] Yo, Scarface gangstas, criminal niggas up in the trenches Army coats on, playing the benches Getting paper, sly, that’s the motto, intelligent goons Inside a hundred thousand dollar whip, follow [Rick Ross] It's the Vacheron Don! Su Wu-Tang! Still gritty, leave the pretty to the females The watch mother pearl with the seashells Pick of the litter, have this nigga picking paper up Twitter thug, I’m the timeline strangler Get ‘em up, banging dangerous as angel dust Cuban Linx smokin' stink in the Brink’s trunk I run with killas who snort powder, extort cowards Ankle monitors under garments, so fuck showers I give a fuck what you talking ’bout Mob meetings, we them only niggas walking out Sparkin' purple once a nigga done spaghetti slurpin' Fly away in my new, Scaglietti surfin' [Hook] [Ghostface Killah] Yo, we in the back roasting marshmallows Bottles of Krug The dialogue is the big chain niggas is rude Law library scholars, potatoes over the thirty-eights With bald-heads, all live wires Eleven homes, six trust funds, came home from doing a dime We just left Un’s, straight up And we standing over the stoves, in denim Gibaurds Brought a Dairy Queen to Queens right next to Lowes IMAX Theatres Astoria Waldorf Philip Drummond suite, pretty young thing suckin' my balls off Bubble baths, hash, zooted up, eyes closed Silk drawers, fronting in my key-lime pie Wallo's And I still got a half a ki indeed, Frank Lucas shit Hid it in coffins, flying over seas And if you ever try to ruin my knight I’ma make sure my best pawn put like three in your kite Shot caller, laying in big lofts Rock of Gibraltar, my pinky joint, killing like Orca Daytime hawker, a nasty street author Me, Rae and Rick, uzi’d out in the porches Case we gotta Warner bro, like Malcolm-Jamal I’ma Falcon, Seven Mike Vick with the ball Cause I can hut-one, hut-two, disrespect I hunt you down Ain’t a muthafuckin' crew we can’t run through [Hook] [Outro: Raekwon] Army shit, nigga Camouflage, gorilla shit, nigga You know what it is, man Yo, Lex, talk, yeah Where ya man at Let’s go Stay together, my nigga