Peter Luger

[Verse 1: DJ Lucas]
Brand new can of worms I don't wanna open that
Cutting off my hair, then I wanna grow it back
Alt Kobe jersey, purple with the black
DJ Lucas, I ain't never goin back
I ain't never goin back
Every time the ball's in their court, why the fuck they throw it back
Turn up like an activist to demonstration
Half my tracks don't come out, those are preservation
And I'm smoking spirits from the reservation
The things people say ain't got no reservations
I'm in Peter Luger, DJ ain't got reservations
I just turned my resume in, where's your resignation
When you really balling, gotta have some hesitation
The shit I say is real, what's certain was it's resonating
Other ones just making angry, I'mma let 'em hate it
I'm in my legend phase
Polo '95 crewneck and it's heather grey
I feel like Macy Gray
And I'm scared I go to hell, I'm smoking heaven hay
I had to let 'em know
I'm at Circuit City, 2k8 demo mode
I'm from Mass, I feel it getting cold
I'm a 90s baby, boy, I had to let it load

[Verse 2: Papo2oo4]
I feel like Martha Stewart
I fuck a bitch and disappear, act like I never knew her
I think she hate me now
She told her friend I hit it good, she tryna date me now
I'm smoking gas, [?] Pap could've went to Harvard
Instead I just be going [?], chose to be a baller
These niggas assed out
I went to Burberry, seen DJ, then we cashed out
1st to the 31st, you know I'mma get paid
Shorty tryna make me put in work just to get laid
Niggas still doing nothing, staying in the same grade
I'm just gonna try and keep balling like Dwyane Wade
Never changed, never switched on the same page
Smoking gas, do the dash on the same day
Ain't talking money, then you silly
Won't get comfortable until I touch a milly
Been that nigga since I watched Free Willy
These niggas fucked up in the crib smoking Phillies
I ball like Kobe, these niggas know
One false move and you out, no three strikes
Niggas start to feel like the man because of three likes
I remember getting all my ups on two-fifth
Now I'm pulling up on the block with the-
Tell a bitch she can stay if she do the right thing
No Spike Lee, baby, you won't get a ring
I'll hit you back as soon as I get off the plane
She tryna fuck but I do not even know her name
Cashmere sweats, Moonrunners, I be ducked off
Pork fried rice, chicken wings, egg roll, duck sauce
Pork fried rice, chicken wings, egg roll, duck sauce
Pork fried rice, chicken wings, egg roll, duck sauce