To Be Told - Saigon, Statik Selektah

Heh alright are you ready?

Ayo Statik, I got a long time to grow

You know what else I got?

Plenty story

Yup, check it man

The dope man just got murked

And now the cops lurk like clockwork

I heard he knocked the kid, he dropped dirt

Claimed he got jerked

I stopped foilin' rock

Either it’s foil or it’s not

Really I had to stop, shit that block boiling hot

Damn frightening, poverty striking like lightning

All the brothers in jail, hoes took a like in the white men

Fucking crisis, shit is cold like it’s twice as ice is

Skill or feel, Bill with Gail is advises priceless

Lyrically I’m as nice as the Christ Disciples

You can get sparked

Shit is sharp as a life is knife is

Bang, upside your head

E-thug I can control or delete, you’re dead

You little bitch

You know what it is

All in a day’s work

Leading up to that greatest story

Statik Selektah, Saigon the yard father man

Without further ado

Let me get back into this shit Stat

Yes, imagine that

I interact with black Africans

Racketeering gatt trafficking

Transporting a half of ten percent of this Mac in

The Jets wanna knock me back

Cause of the fact I stack grands of Franklin’s

Pretty prance in banks

And no more guess and low yo

It’s Yohji Yamamoto

Experts and cashmere, sweaters and sweat shirts

Condo with the fly den, the extra dry gin

Mr. Belvedere, platinum plates, the silverware

Air Nikes, is now Stacy Adams it costs

The Narcs know not to try me

Wifey talking some buy me Hawaii

80 percent of the population know who I be

Shh damn

This living it’ll be the shit god

Just thinking about it getting making my dick hard

Matter of fact

Yo Statik, let’s get into this