Alley Larks

[VERSE 1] (RAEKWON)

One-two, one-two, one-two one two, uh, yeah

One-two, hah, one-two, one-two one two, uh, yeah

One-two, one-two, uh, one-two one two, yeah

Yo, Ayo, I need boat tail, 28 million a whip, but the only thing is that's the stupidest shit

Time flies, open up a shop polly with this, having brunches on the weekend I'm known to be crisp

Cause all my new shit, that's my old shit

I'm from the dough school where the coldest niggas get vicked

Lights out call it a strike out, blunts get hit

Now it's so dark in mind tryna light me a wick

All these niggas know the God is set, but he'll be back soon, with an army that rep

Few checks, handguns one had a grenade ready to get busy, tossed the shit right in a parade

It's called schemin', get even, leavin' niggas believe it, hop in a Cadillac truck with fifty demons

Should I pour semen in his BM? Or should I just shoot the nigga right in broad day, make it even?

[VERSE ] (KONCEPT JACK$ON)

Yo we shiesty for real, poodles; mice, knife and a shield slice
Proper squeal

Vices hypen the build, trident was steel, Vicodin’s on the seal, chill

Wifing real trifling harlots, swipe deposits cop steals

Slight alcoholic wield dromedas plotting on hills

Feel ominous, coppin' a feel

Heel popular build yo, Ocki love to chill wit lil' shotties

Ocular veil real, copy, hug the lil' ones ya real botchy

Figueroa Dashiki ride wit me, run of mill sloppy

Options was lil' obviously, gun for her will, stocky tricolor watch, fun to kill rummage ya squeal posse

Lobby of freaks under heels, uncle like Phil got me, Took Khadafi hunting to peel Nazis, He still unfulfilled

Copy, Nothing but real bodies, G real

Bunch of frills y’all could keep Papi, probably all some weak copies

Spot the tree, seat flop you out the jeep, why we all so deep

Squash the beef properly, Appetite Rasta piece godly

[Chorus]

Alley lark, we outtie marked valuables, rally car

Tally mark we stars, rock Ballys n talk rowdy par

How he hard? his jaws lock, had you a frog after all

Bought y’all pounds to spark, slob Sally my broad, avatars

Marcus Garvey morals, march valleys, support alchy-sharks

Rally hard for draws, top happily jaw, Boriqua

God minage, centaurs boxed, daddy get off, had to call

Master Kon slip on ya draws, had to be gone, rapido mourn

So long

[VERSE 3]