Check the Credits

Foul shit I'm on it like flies on shit...

Foul shit I'm on it like flies on shit

You're in the presence of realness keep your eyes on this

Stare too long, fuck around, turn into stone

My ruga like medusa and my goons like drones

Hover over battlefields like we in a warzone

E.T. niggas get shook, want to phone home

Trying to use a lifeline but nobody got the manses

Big guns, pulling out them M.C. Hammer dances

No time to get caught the judge throwing books

Like niggas read, we just know about the jooks

Clipped L's in my ashtray

Higher than a motherfucker I'm half baked

Spending money like I never even had cake

On my b-day being broke left a bad taste

And a phobia, crib full of cash homey a

Bitch walked in I said welcome to utopia

Look up to look at us

We stars, stare at us

We are them niggas check the motherfucking credits (2x)

Check us out bitch

Ass nigga

Where your money and your things at

Put it all on the infamous when it's from Queens

We a safe bet, astrology will say that

Mobb Deep got that forever way you're just a ripple in the past

Ocean of opiate flow

The empire dope needle state boys like the building stand tall

Don't make me have to fast you up, nigga I fix you

The young lady wanna come with me, let her through

There's no need to grab her arm like that, stop resisting

You're fighting, wasting all our time, you embarrassing

Your own self, look at you now

Stretched out staring up at the twilight, security bound

You took my cavalier attitude for being a bluff

I took your woman, she gave me gratitude in the truck

She want this legendary dick in her life, I got that glow

Street credit score A-1, like you ain't know

Look up to look at us

We stars, stare at us

We are them niggas check the motherfucking credits (2x)