Stashhouse

(Album: The Hustler's Catalog 2 - 2021)

[Jayy Grams:]
Listen, yeah
It's all C shit, bitch
(183rd Street)

The young vet for the bucks, let's be honest
The way I structure it, timeless
The nigga mean, you call a queen, I'm busting nuts on your highness
But never mind it, guys come 'round with RFC
Prepare, friend, only the red skin like you RG3
Caught a flea from them, running a stampede to win
I've been having dreams since ten, government gon' seize your Benz
I seize the night
Niggas backstabbing like they Caesar, have you seeing lights
Played the bitch role like you Madea, man, you need a wife
Boy, I'm shooting threes, precise, ending up a mil'
That ain't even basketball, that's for any other drill, nigga
He a sinner and a savior combined
Lying 'bout his own thoughts, he done made up his mind (Right)

[Smoke DZA:]
First off, I'd like to say a few things (One, two, one, two)
I'm one of the greatest rappers breathing if we're labelling
The game tried to ice me out like how Jesus hang
But I wrote this in hieroglyphics, shit, this sacred game
You can put this with the artifacts, artifacts
Penned around the world, shit, I autographed the almanac
Foreign spots, I'm good there, most these rappers all be cap
Big bro, you know the vibes, I'm like yeah, if you call it that
Judge me by my character, nigga, this is more than rap
How many your favorite rappers I done quarterbacked?
Living legend, that's proof, the fables always triple back through
Learned to hustle since back Triple F.A.T. Goose
Had some hiccups tryna get up, had to live with that too
Shit, it was all about the dollar, nah, not Little Rascal
Kick down doors with pistols like hold up
Cristal, I pour up, this bout is over

[Nym Lo:]
Lo, top of the fiscal, I never not been official
Rerocking the crystal, street nigga, got my credentials (Facts)
Ex-drug dealer, at the car dealer
And they tryna convince me, "Lo, please get the drop 'cause it fits you"
Remove the roof and I pull up like Pampers
Hop out looking like scammers, started as a ten grammer
Shooter with me keep the hammer
Watch your mouth 'fore you make my G pop, word to grandma
He been with me since the sandlot
Youngest tryna ball, base was fucking with the big dawgs
Dealing ten seasons, now this rap shit is my spin-off
Turning off my trap phone, let me get my pen off
I get off on everything I get on, don't get odd
Hopping in the Pit-orsche with your bit-oh, then I skit off
Before she eat the gun, she wipe the Fenty on her lips off (Nasty)
Mack daddy, fucked her so good before she spinned off
Left with her fucking pants backwards, all criss-crossed
Lo