South East Connect (feat. Jim Jones and Trae) - DJ Gully & Killa Kyleon

Capo I got these niggas Harlem you know how that go Eastside Revenge is only natural, time to get even We pick and roll, winter cold time to switch seasons Trip to Belize, 100 keys'll leave your kids bleeding Balmain sweatsuit, tryna hide it, the grip peaking Came from a hole in the wall, crack in the concrete I want Giuseppes, not no LeBron sneaks, my palms read Cash in my future days, thinking about my past life Model bitch'll blow me like a bagpipe 19 they said I was a criminal, I just didn't get caught yet Think I got a warrant out cause I ain't been to court yet 30 bricks'll have you paranoid just like raw sex Used to do Gore Tex, come to Harlem, we all fresh Capo told me these niggas is in denial Forgot what river we left his body, think it's the Nile Tom Ford flight jacket, prices ain't coming down Cook and smoke on them trips, turnpike with a couple pounds Chill, chill, chill, you making it hot My whole block got indicted, they just raided the spot I just woke up in the kitchen, I was scraping the pot I got it from my plug and took it straight to the block Chill, I heard they confiscated the trap They said the feds was on his ass when he was making a trap They gave the nigga 10, I hope he make it up top They said the nigga turned Muslim, now he making salat, chill It's a queen B in the Supreme J's Cross (?) where the fiends play Uptown, Rucker park, I seen Kareem play I'm talking Big's verse one is where I seen Jay The Lord knows he put me where Rich Porter at I sold drugs from as far as where Florida at And when the coke was bad I still brought it back I had the fiends losing weight just like a (?) L's copped the white Spur that I just bought in black I took the rental down south, I never brought it back I'm calling plays in the field like a quarterback The feds setting up a blitz but I sold the trap In Harlem in foreigns I still ride blunted The (?) was that I lost, that was 500 I stayed fresh, I keep the hammer between The belt with the jacket, Alexander McQueen I'm hopping out the back but they handle is mean I used to dribble but I still gotta handle this mean Shit, give me a stove, show me a pot, let me work Bitch I'm not a preacher but Lord knows this is church Chill, chill, chill, you making it hot My whole block got indicted, they just raided the spot I just woke up in the kitchen, I was scraping the pot I got it from my plug and took it straight to the block