“I was runnin' through the fire and rain like James Taylor 'Caine slangers, chain yankers, and gang bangers Fuck a vet, I'm in this spot for my rep: weight trainer” @BiggKTV

Dial the seven digits, call up Bridget

YOU AIN’T A LEGEND LIKE YANNI

When @Therealkiss said he was gonna buy the Bentley but he had to pay taxes I felt that because I too have settled many times for a polo @RalphLauren fit and some @Nike Air Maxes.

Yeah 2024 was a hell of a year Wasn’t sweet or at all fair like elephant ears I’m a big animal with human emotion, these are my elephant tears So now I’m addressing the elephant in the room yelling “Mr Elephant every one can tell you are here”

When I say “Long Live” you say “Pat Stay” Beautiful tribute and moment @ShottyHorroh @patstayforever

Y'all be talkin' crazy under them IG pictures So when you get to hell you tell 'em Blanco sent ya

Party just dipped off in a white Porsche / And I just had some well done seared scallops that were to die for

Whenever I do decide to bow out of battle rap, I can do so knowing I made a positive impact on the scene in NYC, New England, the Midwest, Canada and Ireland, much behind the scenes. That’s a lot to be proud of and opportunities to be thankful for.

Rest in Peace Bishop Brigante. Rest in Peace Pat Stay. Rest in Peace Bender. “KOTD is forever the movement.” @Drake 💔🕊️🎤🗣️🇨🇦

I'll tell you this much hip-hop is not dead Change gone come just like Barack said Money, power, respect, like The Lox said You'll be the man of the house, my pops said Now can you picture me rolling like Pac said Do it for the inmates and all of the hotheads

“Tryna navigate life without my compass Some experience death and feel numbness But not me, I felt it all and couldn't function” @PUSHA_T speaking to my soul right there, how I felt in the wake of my dad’s death

Y’all was in the pub, having a light beer/ I was in the club, having a fight there

I was in an old jersey balling in Queens and Brooklyn on hoops with no nets/ Way before the Nets moved to Brooklyn from New Jersey, I’m an old vet/ High school on the upper east, raising hell in lower Harlem/ And I always been this whiter shade of pale, procol harum

I get paper it seems I get foolish …

All these rumors and shit, but I ain't get robbed yet Bitch ass … ain't stop acting like broads yet

If you ain’t got the clientele, say hell no / Cause they gon want the money rain sleet hail snow