Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
Aiyyo, I pause for the sake of the liquor, city-slicker
Hunnid proof sipper as my life's moving quicker
You know the mixture, Paradise motion picture
Ice off the Richter, baby girl take it wit'cha
I can get more, 5'11, walk like I'm 6'4
Live New York City, like a pit jaw
Anything I spit for is lavish
Crib worth a couple of parrots
Dashboard worth a couple of karats
I gotta have it, not now, but shit, right now
I put my life down for this honest lifestyle
Good life mental, shit's been foul
Me I rock rocks, each worth ten thou
I'm like the hottest in New York, baby, watch and learn
Around here we hold things, when they pop it burns
I'm a big money cat, I got a lot to earn
'Til the stocks get big and my spot's confirmed

[Chorus]
Hold your hands high, niggas, we gon' get it on
Take a chance, my niggas
All we gotta do is advance my niggas
Can't die, niggas
Here's the battlecry for my real live niggas

Hold your hands high, bitches, we gon' get it on
Take a chance my bitches
All you gotta do is advance my bitches
Can't die, bitches
Here's the battlecry for my real live bitches

[Verse 2]
I'm the three-six, Henny weed mix, give me a cameo remix
I steal a nigga's shine like an eclipse
I grind when I need chips, shit my pop told my mom he gon' be sick
5'10 weighing in one-eighty, came to stake my claim
Cats already think gravy when you state my name
So I don't spit it, ya'll spit it but ya'll don't live it
That's why it ain't vivid, you livin' with tunnel vision
And you don't know your limits
Trying to get it started when you don't know you finished
I just put in strong work, we call raw paradise
Watching ya'll try and ward off all ya'll parasites
Ya'll ain't in my circle, you ain't been in my circle
Can't win in my circle how we sit in my circle
Probably end in my circle if you enter my circle
So, keep tellin' your friends you commercial
I write hymns that'll curse you
Send you packing it in like a curfew
Them boys I came in with is men that'll hurt you
Your men with desert you
When they see how them slugs hit, they spin and they jerk you
What's it worth when I touch your turf
You want pain, we bring the worst on this fucking Earth
Pause to try to check Kings, get stuck in dirt
You bring drama, we gon' bring whatever fucking works

[Chorus]
Hold your hands high, niggas, we gon' get it on
Take a chance, my niggas
All we gotta do is advance my niggas
Can't die, niggas
Here's the battlecry for my real live niggas

Hold your hands high, bitches, we gon' get it on
Take a chance my bitches
All you gotta do is advance my bitches
Can't die, bitches
Here's the battlecry for my real live bitches

[Verse 3]
For the three-sixty spinning
Chrome hot shit, I spit venom
Rock low denim for my drop-top women
My niggas on them hot blocks, don't stop winnin'
Throw your hands high, this is for a new beginning
Here it is, vicegrip, paradise priceless
Pull a jewel heist, keep that shit tight-lipped
My shortys look nice and thick, nice to lick
Can't stand my attitude, but they like the whip
I mean the powder white [?], stunting, something lovely
Blowing out trees with the blue skies above me
BDs and [?] I'm only up in this, cause my bitch think the M3 is ugly, trust me
When the time, shit it's cold, switch it get out the country
Pop the CD when you done had enough puffy
The mo' heads disgust me, foes wanna bust me
Hoes see me pose in the clothes and don't trust me
I really can't blame 'em, but I just maintain 'em
Lay 'em down flat and that's just the way I play 'em
Dice man, baby, from now rule, better known as Iceland, baby
Die for that gravy

[Chorus]
Hold your hands high, niggas, we gon' get it on
Take a chance, my niggas
All we gotta do is advance my niggas
Can't die, niggas
Here's the battlecry for my real live niggas

Hold your hands high, bitches, we gon' get it on
Take a chance my bitches
All you gotta do is advance my bitches
Can't die, bitches
Here's the battlecry for my real live bitches