| From matrimony with the powder |
| The groomsmen dressed in Ralph Lauren, Eddie Bauer |
| From matrimony with the powder |
| The groomsmen dressed in Ralph Lauren, Eddie Bauer |
| Whip it 'til the turn viscous |
| Profit make them vicious |
| Brothers selling to sisters |
| Tangled in a body of lies is like twister |
| One wrong move, it’s colored dots on your temple |
| Flight from but in Lisben |
| Ocean so close to the villa, we gettin misted |
| GPS on, same old song |
| Same niggas hating, can’t even pay us a visit |
| As we stick and move, like listen |
| Somewhere in your district, numbers unlisted |
| Heroes getting so damn tall, I got to fence them |
| White picket fence, no picket fence for his niglets |
| From matrimony with the powder |
| The groomsmen dressed in Ralph Lauren, Eddie Bauer |
| Got it |
| From matrimony with the powder |
| The groomsmen dressed in Ralph Lauren, Eddie Bauer |
| Fake it 'til you make it like it’s human nature |
| Come late with that money on some human favors |
| The real face is a mask |
| Bruce Wayne’s only a front for big bad |
| And that matte black Glock in the back, under the foot |
| Ten pounds sit in the trunk as 12 pulls |
| Shortly after tickets for speeding down by the book |
| Nixon in the moment, my nigga, I’m not a crook |
| Got it |
| From matrimony with the powder |
| The groomsmen dressed in Ralph Lauren, Eddie Bauer |
| Got it |
| From matrimony with the powder |
| The groomsmen dressed in Ralph Lauren, Eddie Bauer |