[Lyric] Frank Pepes Feat. Prozach (Jakob Leichtman and Blazed)

[Intro: Prozach & Blazed]
Prozach
Ay, ay
Blazed
Blazed count my cash

[Verse 1: Prozach]
You could hit me on my sidekick
I never hit up my side chick
I come equipped for the violence
So you should prolly never try this
Carry my stick like a trident
Wet this bitch up like Poseidon
What's in my cup feeling righteous
I go a blunt full of diamonds
I feel the kush in my eyelids
I came for the booty like pirates
She suck me up like a Dyson
We on some Bonnie and Clyde shit
I live my life like I'm dying
I never trip off my eyelids
You likе my fit I designed it
Bitch I'm Connecticut's finеst woah woah
Ima fuck that hoe and then I send her back
In the Uber black and your stupid ass still kiss her
I zoom off in that in that
You don't hear a sound when you see me last
I was down bad now I'm on they ass, way I run it back
Like a running back, oh I'm running track, oh I come in last
There's no fun in that, but now I'm on a whole new level
First the watch came with a bezel, now the chain look like I won a gold medal and I'm up right now Ima never change tempo
All my dogs at the kennel, you don't even hear a fucking echo
You still rock still rock echo
I can hear the voices and they tellin' me I should never fuckin' let go ay
[Hook (2X): Jakob]
Live from New Haven we ain't new
Don't be mad cuz we ain't you
Don't be saying shit that ain't true
Move out the way or you'll get sprayed too
Live from New Haven where we reside
Real ones around us who down to ride
Don't want this smoke not talking high
No Pepe's ZaZa but you can get sliced

[Verse 2: Jakob]
6 hat on me
6 tatted on me, it's our sixth track
Told you we were never going back
Prozach's a pro with the go and at flipping
Packs, we never lack
All about crypto stacks
I need a bad bitch who's good at math
Who calypso dance, without their hands
Make me her mans
Vacation out to hidden island beach sands
Thinking maybe Belize
Ex left you down bad wasn't brought up right shit I couldn't belive
He dead to you ain't a friend to you, I'm better for you no need to grieve
He didn't suit you gotta worry bout your future
I'm present for you like Christmas Eve, jheeze
Never golfed in my life, but got my Master's Public Policy
Don't trip if you end up falling; for me cuz I'm giving you all of me
Last of a dying breed, 2012 Mayan Prophecy
Oh and by the way, it's still "Fuck the Police"
[Hook (2X): Jakob]
Live from New Haven we ain't new
Don't be mad cuz we ain't you
Don't be saying shit that ain't true
Move out the way or you'll get sprayed too
Live from New Haven where we reside
Real ones around us who down to ride
Don't want this smoke not talking high
No Pepe's Zaza but you can get sliced