Cartel Gathering

Yo, yo, yo, word to ride, nigga, yeah

Aiyyo, we four or five niggaz with furs on

Up top gated up, big tables got the reserves on

Blowin' on saxophones, the band is rough

So much ice on, looks like my wrist been cut

And we just made it back from

BeijingSeen my jeweler, told him melt the bird down to eight rings

But then the music stopped,

Jada stood up

Before the speech, he had everybody raise they cups

He said, "I been in spots where I can't even mention it""Don't drink the Cris', Ghost mighta pissed in it"

Romanian dude, black down, pourin' the saki

Face slumped to the side like

RockyAnd Strahan came through with his bullshit ring

He said, "Yikes", when

I pulled out my monster bling

Don't be afraid of the

New York street talk

I switch gear all day, bro, like you do on your peach porch

The chairs is suede, the walls is velvet

Marquise ballroom, so live

I felt itFat asses in fishnets, shakin' they pelvis

Playin' with they pussy, middle finger drippin',

I smelt it

Poker tables, crap joints just for rap niggaz

Me and Sheek, walkin' around bitch slappin' niggaz

There go Rae, there go

PYo Chop, whattup?

Sam Cooke writin' hand, all of my lightning, damn

Used to rob niggaz in

Sam's, buy shams

For my dude's baby shoe or booster baby, rollin' with steel

Eatin' Jamaican food under the wheel

You know the deal, book somethin' then blow

Went from a

O to a low, little apartment in

BrookdaleGold was my motto, lotto numbers is what?

Had it in me, rolled down coolin' with coke

That's the '90s,

Chef era take over

AmericaBag

Ugly Betty up, make her

Ms. Guerrera

Pinky wench in sweaters, cortex burnin' the mic booth

Travel right past my heritage

Them old school niggaz is me

Taught me how to read, get skee'd, everybody missin' a ki

Yo, I do this with a natural movement

Catch me by the [Incomprehensible], scope on me, fuck it,

I'm losin' it

Yeah, yo,

I did it my way, lights off on the highway

Greek statues on both sides of the driveway

Word to the stamps on the diesel

The way these niggaz is lookin' either they got cramps or they evil

One go, we all go,

D-boy fresh but hard dough

Cashmere and suede cargoes

On top of the beige

Wallo's45 government edition clippers, straight hollows

My clientele is supreme and it's proven

That I'm only built for the

Link if it's

CubanI'm a pioneer,

I'm not a vet'

Last Kiss' is a

French one, it's not a peck

Movin' powder, piff and a lot of wet

You're gonna die, that's a promise not a threat

Yeah, but

I ain't with the chatterin''

Cause I'd just rather splatter them

This is a cartel gatherin', what?