[Verse 1: Frank Knight]

It’s so obvi to me, I go Gotti my g
I can body a beat like a shotty with me
They say keep the semi on, haters trying to give me war
But he who kneel before God, can stand before any y’all
Never chill on what’s real screw if I kill ya vibe
Tired of these fake street fools who glorify the lie
Y’all be twenty-eight 'O clock, y’all deserve no time
Here when on twenty on your top, fiends a mirk your mind
It’s a shame what a high can do, lower you or a hospital
Betrayal and short life spans that’s what crime a do
Rap game need me, nigga I don’t need rap
Always had a top tier hustle I don’t mean packs
But I won’t let y’all mislead the youth like that
Spit wisdom to give feeling like I used your tooth to write that
Homie Space said Frank tell me what inspires you
I got nieces and nephews in the ghetto I'm trying to move
Plus give the genius youth from the hood they Wakanda school
To learn all the facts and not the kind of truth

[Hook: Frank Knight]

Shout out to the ladies, shout out to the G’s
Whether they in New York or they overseas
But only those who plush illy down, plush illy down
The thorough be plush illy down, plush illy down
Shout out to the ladies, shout out to the G’s
Whether they in New York or they overseas
But only those who plush illy down, plush illy down
The thorough be plush illy down, plush illy down

[Verse 2: Shabaam Sahdeeq]

My flows are rugged but elegant with minimal embellishment
Intelligence I radiate been writing since ’88
They ask me how I’m living, my only answer is very great
O.G. status hung over drinking a V8
Some people funny style been fronting a whole while
Fake smiles meanwhile speaking on my name foul
I pay ‘em no attention, names get no mention
I’m just focused on my dough rappers get no pension
My ancestors guide me provide me good vibe g
That’s hard body but still smooth like Ron Isley
The wise gravitate to my songs it don’t surprise me
The haters even give me props, they do it silently
Violently I take my respect if I have to
You gassed duke, but I got the flames to match you
I’m never worried or in a hurry I keep it casual
Frank Knizza and S.S. the song is magical

[Hook: Frank Knight]

Shout out to the ladies, shout out to the G’s
Whether they in New York or they overseas
But only those who plush illy down, plush illy down
The thorough be plush illy down, plush illy down
Shout out to the ladies, shout out to the G’s
Whether they in New York or they overseas
But only those who plush illy down, plush illy down
The thorough be plush illy down, plush illy down

[Verse 3: Chuck LaWayne]

It’s the Olde English gulper chronic smoker/ super stroker sheets I soak up a hammer holder/ dice roller stand up shoulder/ left hand on my Quran yup my right and I hold up/ swear I would never fold up on my fam us til’ it’s overYes I’m my Mother’s son my Fathers oldest boy/ I watched em work his ass off hats off to him what a joy my childhood was amazing though we couldn’t have been broker/Ma kept stove a’ blazin burn up the soul of satan/ granny Elaine from Alabama a southern bell/ she kept us all in line swing a switch on your hines like swords of samurais/ that sort of discipline made us into stand up guy though we ain’t know it then/ cus I’m buggin out like what the fuck is wrong wit niggaz/ don’t know the game but want respect see that’s what’s wrong wit niggaz/ just master self and get cash, stay fly forever/ she seen the plush illy and said (boy you off the lever)

[Hook: Frank Knight]

Shout out to the ladies, shout out to the G’s
Whether they in New York or they overseas
But only those who plush illy down, plush illy down
The thorough be plush illy down, plush illy down
Shout out to the ladies, shout out to the G’s
Whether they in New York or they overseas
But only those who plush illy down, plush illy down
The thorough be plush illy down, plush illy down