’03 Steve Harvey (Remix)

[Intro: (Fly Anakin)]
(Word Word Word Word Word Word yo aye yo)
Aye Tropes What Up (yo yo yo yo yo)
Yo Yo, Yo...
Yo...
(Aye...)

[Verse 1: Fly Anakin]
It's a shift like the rhythm of naked women (Aye)
Tour the atlas with the set gaining riches (Aye)
Street scriptures, velour rugs in kitchens (Aye)
I'm bad business, the bad man with the plan
Toting a lighter with the world in my hand
The Game plan was to rack up the money and take ya fans
I'm a thief in the night we taking flights to carribeans seasoned
Looking lovely for Cambodian reasons
Pull the wool over eyes inject the serum
The lifestyle I chose got these bitches sitting near em
It's the game that we in
Excludin' friends, commence to counting these ends
Velvet rugs in my cypher niggas playing pretend
I been real since pro keds Spanish bitch in my bed
Pull out the Shirley like its 03 the phantom is dead
The team live bet it fuck with ya pride, the overseers ain't believe us
Now they stuck in the tide but who am I

[Verse 2: Koncept Jack$on]
Sittin' inspired with my nigga craftin' a vision
Max decisions over massivist from the mistress
Paraphernalia stayin' stashed by a henchman
He set his cash said we're splittin' that and we're missin'
Fuck cancer I'll be damned are we lifted
Been in the cut wit a club dancer
That tucks pampered
She fucked 'cause she in love with the stanzas
The plug showin' love with the bud and xans for self, fam
We been legit comin' with the mail man
Waitin' on a package like Mr. Smith, nervous it was suppose to hit The Ritz
Might light the 5th and miss the 6th
Getaway location at The Ritz shits risky
My nigga laid rotation with the shatter shit crispy, waves 360
The 2003 Steve Harvey hairline
Switch airlines, flee the Panama for Jail Time
Never spare swine, turn my water into red wine sinnin'
We disregarding your religion
Yo I ain't tryna get locked, let's do this with precision
And be successful trade bezels and the women
Yeah... Yeah

[Verse 3: Nickelus F]
I been in grind mode
I ball a quarter pound of weed with my eyes closed
I been eatin' good Petey got a little size on, hostile in cow zones
Surfin' the styrofoam
If I ever need help, hmm... I got niggas to dial on
I don't care if the manner can't, niggas get styled on
Get my High 5s and slide out like a tri-bone
I'm the black Michael Douglas
A fire of butters my basic instinct
Bassy assassin fatal attraction, the Benjis... simply
Niggas can't get with me, cCause you don't wanna have me mask up
Raise the arm and climb over ya fencing
These niggas ain't like me
That's why these niggas don't like me
They hate outright 'cause they can't outright me
Shiesty, my shoulder icy how I like my Hi-C
Pockets fat like how I like my wifey
Like tree, I'm what you get when you mix Bruce with Spike Lee
Big in punches
Open up your chest like your heart wanted to sight see
I'm eatin' niggas lunches... Petey