We ride with the pigeons, knock your boys out for the big timeRoll out with the belts, get you whipped out into hellThe sea land van vrede, land van grede and we lovin' the shadeIla Dala, I'm on the map, tell your whip boys to relaxHeavyweight bars, I hope Stokey gets to hear thisThey bitin' so hard, Dr. Smile be the dentistRap so hard, swear I'm goin' through the festiveBlue ticks off, they won't know I never read itCash out till I pass out, that's the thingRacks out so we trap out in the cribPass out, we the last out with the chingTellin' Gandalf that I'm comin' for my ringFrodo gettin' hands if he breathin' my wayHamilton, Bulk Force, Vin Diesel with the raveKhaleesi gettin' mad cause I'm sleazy with the sleighAnd ninjas on the deal tryna pull that StingrayKidnap the baker, want my bread as in now nowPeaceful for who, yo I wrestle the crown nowQueen to the who, yeah you talk to the king nowGigi, Lamaine and these fours better bow downWe ride with the pigeons, knock your boys out for the big timeRoll out with the belts, get you whipped out into hellThis is the land of peace, the land of joyAnd we lovin' the ***It's like an alarm on the map, tell your whip boys to relaxFrom the city they call Slapstack but we don't sleepYou can't walk in my old sneaks, you got crow's feetSocial media amuses me, you fools aren't fooling meUsually you don't even get love in your communitiesYou actin' like the people got your back thereMaybe you ain't lost till you give back thereCause when you come to Mahu you get a heart attackThese raps are the cops that start the pack at the laundromatLiquidating businesses, the citizens are trying to go legitimateTo find the equilibrium, my city is magnificentBut swarming with drugs and notorious thugs is rough butWe ride with the pigeons, knock your boys out for the big timeRoll out with the belts, get you whipped out into hellThis is the land of peace, the land of joyAnd we lovin' the ***It's like an alarm on the map, tell your whip boys to relaxI just copped the Viva classes on you motherfuckersDope boy ain't cuffing but we undercoverI be in the white blocks eating caricoseThe dark side, mob ties with the drug lordsShe keep blowing up my phone, you beggin' to holdSniffin' when I'm on the lift, I ain't got nothing to holdI was selling soft white in the west sideBackline, Gasco, Renault, OffsideBoth sides, Galizade, Digga, BaghdadI wanna lick a Glock 9 and all that styleI just kinda bankrolls on my left armYou hate me, but your girl thinks I'm handsomeSniffin' when I'm on the Nagariga capI'm modeling, Gasco, Tilly, Chalewa, TepaGigi, Lamento, Laysa, GhanaDeep Six, Black Rock, UstadWe ride with the pigeons, knock your boys out for the big timeRoll out with the belts, get you whipped out into hellRoll out with the belts, get you whipped out into hellRoll out with the belts, get you whipped out into hell*