At the Met

Man this shit is crazy

I just pulled up at the Met I smell like Blu Cheese

Dali on my left inspiration for my movies

Just the other day I was chillin with my droogies

Cause I know they still gone be here when I get that 2-seat

Now I'm in New York finally I feel Atlantic Breeze

It's a jolt I never felt got me going ODB

Shimmy shimmy cocca bop

Ballin at Nintendo Shop

Legally I smoke the crop

Out here it's still fuck the cops

Yo bitch finna slop the top

Got a problem grab a mop

My hands are free in 50 states today's the day I make you drop

Higher than the skyscraper that I'm looking at

I'm dressed way better than your mans that's a fact

Everywhere I go I bring the burner pipe

Smoking on the streets right under bright city light

Pack it fat got a sack I need gone before my flight back

I'm at Central Park starin at the reservoir

I be on my art of war livin past 24

I'm to smart to spend a single dollar at a Gucci Store

Still lookin fresh got my style from the best

This is how we do it in the west

When I hit the stage I need a moshpit

When I'm in Manhattan only thing I do is boss shit

All my bitches Pam Grier not Farrah Fawcett

If your bitch is basic you should let me sauce it

All of these bitches are in the same clothes

What is the difference a hoe is a hoe

All of these rappers be trash at they shows

Not even rappin that shit is not pro

When I'm on stage Imma need it to go

Show all these children who god in the hoe

Man on the beat is the same on the flow

When I'm on stage Imma need it to go