No. 8

And now ladies and gentlemen, a legend in his own time The one and only Statik Selektah (Statik Selektah) Yeah, ha ha, you know what the fuck it is? Y'all niggers pussyin' man, hah, I see it No wonder you walkin' around fuckin' mad all day nigga, you broke Get a bag Ayo, Statik Selektah I got these niggas strappin' they vests up Bitch niggas get to talkin', then I'm grabbin' the head clip My OG said, "Don't let these rap niggas stress ya" uh Especially a nigga you had under pressure The Mac on the dresser (uh huh), it had a compressor So you don't hear shit when it clappin', it wet ya Out we lurkin' all day, and if I happen to catch ya, two things, black bag or a stretcher I'm back and I'm fresher, never been to college, no Never had a professor, but I just got a package from Hector, whoa I'm straight nigga, break it down a set of weight nigga But I'd rather be in the studio going apes nigga, uh You just a rapper, stay in your place nigga (stay in your place) Before I had the goons blickin' at your wraith nigga, yeah (brr brr) Stay in your lane and be safe, nigga Or get hit with the 30 in the face, nigga Ayo, no soul bitch sold my shit Your pockets got holes, I guess you're cheese, all Swiss Let me squeeze tech got it runnin' like boat, nigga (brr) White stripes on the fatigue coat Fear, it got high tops, my rhymes's got it clean by the crates violatin', your time stop Boom, I never idolize no nigga Never been shooka, no nigga Took over the phones in the buildin' 18th Street stabbed a nigga a million times I seen it with my own eyes Slipped on some blood that nigga layin' up dyin' He lost the bet on the Giants All you seen was chunks of that nigga flyin' No C.O,'s, yo somebody need to mop the shit up Ayo, it's a stick up I'm in the castle blasted Throw you in a bath of acid Every word I spat is classic Ratchet in the lavish fashion I turn a shooter to a movin' target Trying to cop a Louis carpet When I do this shoppin' for this new apartment The leather MCM bag, it got dabs in it Molly, Percocet, the piff and acid tabs in it I'm just a vandal, with a hammer, with a broken handle Rappers is broke, I'm goin' home to a Naomi Campbell Virgin Mary in my bed with a holy candle Holy water in my bathtub and gold Roman sandals I rock a robe and I'll be rockin' all across the globe But rewind, I had a stockin' on, ready to rob your gold I'm quick to smash a cutie Even if she bad and bougie Monogram Gucci, Jacuzzi Now that's a future movie I'm Benny Blanco with a weapon runnin' by the train Silencer on the smoker, put gun powder in your veins Hopped a lot of planes Rocked a lot of chains Clocked a lot of fame And you lil' pussy boys not the same Hundred bottles in a week, celebratin' life Gave the door man a hundred dollars just to shake the ice Pussy, I'll take your life from you with the rusty eight Earthquake your soul when I'm bustin' with this Russian K Sellin' eight balls, your boy made a ton of cake Now we puffin' eighths, gettin' blunted to this number eight