Action Bronson, Statik Selektah - Keep Off the Grass lyrics

All these faking motherfuckers never
True to they craft
My style it give you boost just
Like a shoe to that ass smoke the drug
Got the the Krug and in the glass
Nice socks, switch foot
Asian hooker and she fluent in math
James Brown shoes, the H-town groove
Big body slide through it
Like the Greyhound move
Ain't no rocking me to sleep, baby
You ain't that smooth
You want a sucker and I ain't that dude
I'm 'bout the money
Know when you hear me always hit
You with the raw rhythm
You look confused and out of focus autism
Ain't no developmental problems on this
I kid just big whips and chicks with
Big lips and thick thighs
My people flip pies
And quick to flick knives
Take the laziest shorty and take a quick dive
Paint a struggle how my
Motherfucking clique rides
Quit babysitting hit this spliff
Before the shit dies bitch

I'm looking crispy like a chicken cutlet
One wish is
Get rich before I kick the bucket
Know that Bronson's eating supper
Hoping the gun don't jam like Smuckers
Weed inside the Mason jar
Leaning like racing car
Papa Shango, the monster in your mother's bed
Blunt of regs
And some lead turn the gutter red
740 AC Schnitzer, with butter left
11 dollars worth of bounty
On your brothers head
You know the scent YSL and some good smoke
I'm on the top she on
The bottom like footnote
Jet hat cover my head
New Yorker born and raised
So I'm repping 'til I'm dead
Galaxy of Queens most diverse in the world
Live in my borough
Albanian father ran into my Jewish mother
Swept her feet probably laid her
On the blueish cover
Now I'm here see me fresher
Than the newest summer fuck, faggot, pussy