This mixtape shit put me in a spaceship
All black everything never been a racist
Everybody wanna shine with the ice
But nobody wanna grind and pay the price homie
Italiano dress code Ferragamo
The best flow me and MNP in Milano
Hit the corner cops roll up
It looks like I move the coca cause I'm dressed all white
But I gotta keep it clean homie
When I was 15 it was all a dream homie
Now it's MGM Grand on the top floor
Five chains on me thru the sliding doors
Been all around the world
Seen it all done it all but let me tell you more
You can go wherever you want
But ain't no place like home Vidor Vidor
Pocket full of money used to be broke
This is the realest shit I ever wrote
Pocket full of money used to be broke
This is the realest shit I ever wrote
You better go easy on them man
That was some real shit
Matter fact I got some real shit too right here man you know what I'm saying
MNP Est Sick Dj Smoka
Man let me tell em some bro
Used to peddle my bike from my crib to Est Sick'
First song we did was back in '06
Do this shit for the love until I cop a CL6
Man I'm tired of eating fish sticks
Instead of pushing fish scales
I got in the booth with stories to tell
You got tales to tell my shit is real
I make mamis say Dios mios
Bad mamis from Rio Brazil
You know the drill
Always crispy clean and when I get down I'm so for real
With pupils covered by Versace glass
Man it's obvious that we ain't in the same class
Humble but so hungry
Stumble but falling won't come from me
Nah I ain't grabbing my nuts homie
Hand on the steel in case you wanna rob me
Play dirty snatching my chain from me
Real motherf*cking A1 since day one
And Ima keep it this way until the day I'll be gone
Real motherf*cking A1 since day one
And Ima keep it this way until the day I'll be gone