[Intro: Cam'ron]
Killa
*****s try to show me and make history Arab
You try to *****t on me and make history
You history!
[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
You got to love the guy
In God I trust, he trusts in I
When I get high it feel like I (touch the sky)
And yeah I dress to kill
I make it so you dressed to die, bless the guy
If he try and take the stand and (testify)
Yeah buddy boy turn him into Buddy Lee
With four dirty *****s in some ugly tee's (na-na-na)
And despite figures, you can't fight triggas
Drunk off light liquor light *****s
In the wintertime but I got the drop warm
Snowin' out showin' out, the top gone (na-na-na)
I do what I have to do
They say "you little bastard you"
"Look man they all gonna laugh at you"
You wifed it in public
***** it, you like it, I love it
Butt disgustin', I'm disgusted, don't wanna discuss it
Look me eye-to-eye, we could go eye-for-eye
But pardon, I'm puffin' on (la-la-la)
[Hook: Cam'ron]
Reach out and (touch the sky)
Look up and (touch the sky)
Smoke a blunt and (touch the sky)
Can anybody (testify)
We just doin' what we usually do
Nah Cam, I can tell they ain't used to you
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Pounds on the floor, guns on the wall
If there's money to make then I'm makin' a call
Blood on my chain, ***** in the jar
***** in the air, 2 pits in the yard
Handlin' biz, cameras all over the crib
You broke and can't stand it
To count this much money you need enough stamina
Some went to Stanford, I grew up on Cam and them
Makin' this money and makin' it fast
Rollin' a joint and I'm makin' it last
Reppin' my Gang, ain't no fakin' it
Drivin' my car like it ain't got no brakes in it
Now both my cribs got a safe in it
Had my own swag, you start takin' it
Rollin' one up and I'm facin' it
Got so much juice you could taste the *****t
Shout out to Juicy J
He rock them Louis shades
We all get stupid paid
I ball, let's hoop today
Got one, need two of them rings
Look at me, see I'm doin' my thing
I'm just tryna up my su***** game
Old school *****t, you's a lame
[Hook: Cam'ron] x2
[Verse 3: Smoke DZA]
*****t, I'm extra high
***** it, where's the pesticides
Dibble out the bag, put the rest aside
Fonzarelli flow, the cool'll never die
Ask me if i'm stoned, when am I ever not?
Rollin' up, you tryna hit this L' or nah?
Coped another Rollie, I was pressed for time
TNT pullin' up, but we don't talk to swine
Send the corner pies, hustler since [?]
Breakin' nights, blowin' blunts on Morningside
While you was in the nosebleeds at the Drake & Wayne tour
I was Hitler with the pounds, got like 8 off
Eatin', clean the plate off, cause they lost
First class *****, make a flight before the takeoff
***** a label, 'less it's Black Label
Indie ***** but I'm that major
It's still ***** the other side, never lettin' nothin' ride
Roofless *****t, roof the *****, see if she can (touch the sky)
[Hook: Cam'ron] x2