| The ghetto Othello, the Moor | 
| Oh my God, they speak venomous on the boy | 
| Oh my Lord, my enemy is fear, and I’m sure | 
| Oh my God, they want the end of me 'cause I’m pure | 
| Oh my Lord, discipline for the win, I just go for it | 
| It’s a trend for these men to die on their own sword | 
| Journey far, learn who you can be | 
| But you can learn who you are when you around family | 
| Chip off the shoulders of soldiers, on they grizzle | 
| My granddaddy Mack Little married Nannie Little | 
| They passed down wisdom, blessings were given | 
| Pray my sins don’t get passed to my children | 
| I made a killin', I’m alive like the morning star | 
| Court Jordan’s for the price on stock, so what the Hornets are? | 
| I need evaluations, I’m savvy, y’all | 
| Eatin' foie gras and caviar, listen | 
| Adam and Eve | 
| Don’t fall too far from the apple tree, ayy | 
| Adam and Eve, Adam and Eve | 
| Don’t fall too far from the apple tree, apple tree | 
| The ghosts of gangsters dance | 
| Chinchillas shake on the hanger, the force of this banger | 
| Yeah, my language advanced, my cadence amazin' | 
| The voice triggers somethin', what is this conundrum? | 
| The clouds scurry, your spirit rumble, a boyish smile | 
| Still puff the loud, it’s nothin' less than a quarter pound | 
| Savage narrative, every verse that I write bursts light | 
| Brings awareness to my personal life | 
| After my morning walk, Havana cigar, the ganja spark | 
| See my doctor more, sweat in the sauna or the spa | 
| Spendin' fifty large at the Bellagio | 
| Spent twenty on a bad bitch I hardly know | 
| New girl every night, two girls was every other night | 
| Sexual addiction, gangster tradition | 
| They wanna fuck me, have me under they belt, slightly offended | 
| Yeah, that’s how I felt, that’s how it ended | 
| I’m just good at existin', existin' in my truth | 
| As long as I enjoy the fruit, yeah | 
| Adam and Eve | 
| Don’t fall too far from the apple tree, ayy | 
| Adam and Eve, Adam and Eve | 
| Don’t fall too far from the apple tree, apple tree | 
| What come first, peace or the paper? | 
| Before I had a piece of paper, peace was in my favor | 
| Before I sat to eat at the table, it had leeches and traitors | 
| Cut the fat from the meat, extract the weak, bon appetit | 
| No bacon, brothers is swine | 
| It’s so hard to trust 'em 'cause my hustle is mine | 
| It’s evident they all the same, with gray hair and still mean muggin' | 
| Gray hairs of wisdom, that means you seen somethin' | 
| Say somethin', you stay frontin' | 
| But these clowns got false crowns, fictitional kings | 
| You broke my heart, Fredo | 
| You bring this thing of ours down to a fable | 
| Be advised my guys dyin', enterprisin' at a boss’s table | 
| There’s always room at my table | 
| Insecurities is keepin' you disabled | 
| All this money to get, is there less time? | 
| They ain’t stopped printin' money, 'cause they made mine | 
| I learned to stretch time, these are the best times | 
| I’m in my neighborhood in stadiums, the Mets' kind | 
| With restaurants and Carbone, spicy rigatoni | 
| Go hard, a red Bordeaux, oh God | 
| Adam and Eve | 
| Don’t fall too far from the apple tree, ayy | 
| Adam and Eve, Adam and Eve | 
| Don’t fall too far from the apple tree, apple tree |