Yo, I don't give a fuck! Mic checka, the Smith & Wesson [Verse 1: A La $ole] Resurrected the borough who been the most respected Protect your neck or get pro techs, at your necklace Relentless killers for 5 dollar billas with nine 9s Double the rhymes when I spit it like dos times Mira mami my flow shine, you co-sign, I throw lines For the 4th time like cuatro, head hancho The glocc let them things go, click clack bang! Marlon Pop's flow Cookin up cheese that's not yours One bad gaucho, I got chose I got hoes that go down low like potholes for pot gold My pockets hold more shit, if you want beef, no sloppy joes I been drop bombs since snot nose You niggas can't fuck with the unfuckable Been styling since 9-4, my flow been put in, on my Huxtable You can't touch the untouchable demolition destructional Better listen for the instructional We cause havoc when we Mobb deep Spark trees forest fires, messiah from the dark streets No harm G, where armories get aimed at your arteries For broader cheese niggas playing with the lottery Or commit grand larceny, pardon me, accordally Ain't no one spittin as hard as we At the top is where I ought to be Prophet for knowledge the way I'm partin seas Honestly I'm just getting started G no keys, I open doors Kick em down wearing fours Cause the 4-5 is in line with your pores, no sweat I'm just a Pro ya know Brooklyn the jungle so hoes depose their clothes So the sole ain't better than you is? No chizz Just stand back while I state my top goal Your chicks top goes when she drops jaws, for the low she get low I suppose she down to go, you know It's the Gawd, I be killin em with the flow Been a rebel you niggas pebbles to my mountain top I guess I rock, you'll get two packs with these two hot shots RIP leave you buried in 2Pac's spot, nigga Imagine Dragons 'Nice To Meet You' Official Lyrics & Meaning | Genius Verified [Verse 2: Nyck Caution] When I rap it's like I'm blowing through a crack pipe Flowing on this half pipe Dope, like why the fuck you ask twice? What the fuck is YOLO? Probably been a pharoah in my past life Eighteen so this dynasty gon sound right Drop a song think it sounded nice All of you just sound alike Yeah while I fuckin steer a mountain bike I'm so Everest, you ain't got no merits Just fuckin caution, American legend til they bury him Born as a winner, when it storm in the winter Keep it calm and consider, we harmin your liver If you drip, blimps up, sips from my pimp cup This is what we living, shit you finally get a glimpse of Motherfucker, I ain't scared of no man I got that weight like Roseanne, keep these bitches focused Yeah you know I puff the tree, so my throat is swollen I dont need a motive, I just keep on rolling Until it's flat and the tire pop, freezin in the fire box Over weight ladies they screaming when the choir starts Everybody got the dreams that requires art, and expires hearts So will you take the deal, damn The flow is real like my birth rights Saying that I've been cursed twice Blessed with absurd flight Thinking I'm a threat, you heard right Never got em first but I earn stripes And I learned how to reep em, delete em, and impeach a legion of losers And start a cause for the lost, believe in the truest like ya'll You see I'm flowin, twistin like a back flip Rippin through these chap lips I've been spittin crack since, yeah So keep it real in a hunnid When you chill at the top then you feel it is plummit Motherfucker that spot for me In the jungle too hot to breathe, you will not proceed So you better stay cautionary, you lost already No chorus just corpes plenty Porridge empty illness what you feel Redirect and chill while we ressurrect what's real, Caution [Outro: Nyck Caution] Motherfucking NYCk Caution, tell the bitches get off him
