Lyrics:

[Verse 1] Im only in the company of kings I made a power move and its everything it seems Before Ye signed me, I was getting out my dreams Standing on the shoulders of 20 thousand fiends Every time a nigga wanna try and turn a profit Folks rush in, three letters try and stop it F-B-I-R-S-D-E-A One letter short but still muthafuck the DA We play by the rules as they try to crack the code Combination locks to the kilos that I hold Leopard print Louboutins prowling the concrete Rollerballs come alive just like Jumanji You know where to find me, Greenhouse a circle of top whores Mandarin, Gansevoort, any of them top floors 35 large took it right out the top drawer Still got a throwaway phone in my sock draw [Hook: Pharrell] Its like raid, spraying on you roaches The AK is an animal, it is ferocious A nigga wanna sing, hope he is the dopest Watch that nigga disappear; hocus pocus Ring, ring a nigga won't sing Ring, ring, I keep that bitch clean Ring, ring a nigga won't sing 'Less he is an insomniac he'll die in a dream [Verse 2: 50 Cent] You can tell I went to school on a small yellow bus Never bothered me, strong arm robbery I went from powdered Jelly donuts to taking the most From my high school sweetheart to fucking more hoes Look Im all grown up and I dun blown up Nigga ain't much changed, in fact, things are the same Im the definition of shooter, gun of choice the Ruger Youll take my word for it or make me do it to ya Im a magnet to murder, when Im in the mood Get convicted through the forensics when you walk in my shoes Im bad news, you niggas know the verdict, Im filthy Drop Phantom is milky, white on white 24 inch blades, I'm skatin', red eye Smoking that bomb shit, I'm Satan, niggas surprised 50 back on fire 50 back running round this bitch strapped, hitman for hire [Hook: Pharrell] Its like raid, spraying on you roaches The AK is an animal, it is ferocious A nigga wanna sing, hope he is the dopest Watch that nigga disappear; hocus pocus Ring, ring a nigga won't sing Ring, ring, I keep that bitch clean Ring, ring a nigga won't sing 'Less he is an insomniac he'll die in a dream [Verse 3] I sit with the liars, duck tape and tiers Been lost their soul, they just waiting on the fire Innocent faces with a shit load of priors Something out of nothing, a team full of MacGyvers Deep sea dive for the fishscale Tryna find a better price, man that ship sail Take a breath and head back if that shit fail Drop weight like an anchor then you set sail Hell freeze over like the watch I put the sleeve over Engine double scream when I turn a key over Pirellis on the street rolling like a steam roller Bitches double team when I have my sleep overs Yeah, Re-Up gang with the G-Unit This is tailor-made drug dealer theme music Test it on ya tongue or either watch a fiend do it I got you hooked and I laugh as you lean to it