The Wise & Lakid

[Intro]
Can't take this school shit no more man
Yo, this shit is mad hard, yo
Word, niggas be wildin' and shit, I'm gonna say fuck that shit
And get money with y'all niggas (Check it)

[Verse 1: Jay Royale]
It's Royale the predecessor, Jessica Fletcher
My verbal approach with surgical quotes, Murder She Wrote
As a teen, had a certain thirst for Burbon and Coke
Niggas around me kept a burner in coat, was heavy servin' the dope
Will flood the Levis every verse and the [?]
[?] wouldn't be like, gunner you keep under a streetlight
Bacardi lime in my stomach linin'
Developed a hunger for rhymin', pressure turned to a diamond
Understood the assignment, and I aced the test
First time seein' my paper stressed, copped the crazy Avirex
Now I got a Christian Dior fetish
We came a long way from meetin' off a corner store credit, check it
This is the good for nothin', book a Justin
Watchin' kids walk the school, but where the streets took my cousin?
Sellin' verse, slick as a quart of [?]
We servin' bells to fiends, wearin' quarters for orders of gasoline
Gettin' my team's pockets fatter than scenes
Type of swagger that'll flatter your queen, you even lackin' your scheme
My habitat'll trap a cap to your dreams
To turn 'em into nightmares, time [?] quite fair

[Bridge: Nas & Havoc]
He will come up on anyone who could to get over
As long as he knew I control niggas minds
He could make shit happen anywhere
He winds on us sellin' weed
And who doesn't get to work for him, Wise & Lakid (Yo)

[Verse 2: Havoc]
Capital H, clap at ya face at a rapidly rate
If you like anti-gravity blast you to back in the days
What's the root to this? Got a fetish from foolishness
Hammers know they be numerous, you beefin' is humorous
You know I walk around with holy arma
And we only honour the street code, if not, then it's nada
Put your head to bed without pyjamas
Out to make them commas, anybody in the way get instant karma
That's the way it gotta be, high velocity
I survived atrocities, you couldn't possibly
One second in my shoes, a nigga lose it
That's just off the rib, I ain't tryna bag, that's some jewish shit
I come from them '96 blocks, cream of the crop
Said what I said, you can like it or not
Like we used to cook in the pot, you niggas is done
Calm your man 'cause he could get popped, what?