A lot of y’all sick corner based snort this tape
The Bronx is where I reside haze got me hizzigh
3’s for the Cadillac ridin’ on vogues, man
I put my life on paper when I record my music
What you ain’t understadin’ shorty
Snitch you should go gossip with the chicks
Addressin’ like dressin’ catch up/ketchup the drop is mustard
They not envelopes picture Rell lickin’ on ’em
How many rides I own never been to Six Flags
And yes I brought some powerful people with me!
This motherfuckin’ game we got a right to braggin’
I’ll burn all my money before I give a bitch mine
Soon as I lift up my shirt the cameras on me
[Verse 1: Hell Rell]
Pound down an O roll it in Habana golds
I tell her kiss ass hit her with a Kiss laugh
All my people from nation to nation, yes I brought somethin’ powerful with me!
I got a line up of killas tha’tll just blam you for me
A pimp check the blue mink pocket full of chips
So the dudes lust ’em it’s a movement fuck ’em
In the beginnin’ of this movement it was all a dream
At the Waldorf tryin to valet the hooptie
Me I still tag play the groupies
And we’d like to present somethin’ we call More Than Music
And when I rap scrap they say Lord have sake
That’s Prada on my kicks your wife all on my dick
We do this for the love Duke this is More Than Music
How you cook your coke I ice water with mine

We didn’t land on the rock, we moved the rock
Picture Rell trickin’ on ’em
I freak a land of hoes sittin’ on that Phantom Rolls
Still over the stove cookin’ that raw

Niggas clap to the flow they applaud my music
The game switchin’ on ’em
Can you imagine how we smashin’
The six-minute prince every rapper sorta hate
Cause when I’m out its like Girls Gone Wild
The passion, the dedication, the persistence
To achieve greatness, to reach each and every speaker from here on out
Cause I do it no pause breathers nor water breaks
Picture me blam the 40
All the G’s salutin’ me bitches screamin’ my name
I ain’t with the talkin’ fam I see you and attack
They boy get stupid ain’t no more to me
Writer] [Verse 2: J.R.

And I analyzed the game when Killa took me on tour
You can look me in my eyes and see it’s More Than Music
And truly take her to a ballet and movie
Sazzae a hoochie with bags made of Gucci
If the bitch ask for me to really trick bags
Writers Block for the hell of it and Duke Production
Ain’t no more to see, I’m More Than Music
I’m logically the shit a bottle full of Cris
Felt good to be on stage rocks gleam from the chain
And we the Byrdgang I threw this eagle on my back
[Intro: Duke Da God]
Sinatra dutches you gots to love it
I hustle to get rich; you hustle just to get by
See how I switch fag Jag with the rip rag
1’s for the money and 2’s for the show and
All my niggas from state to state. All my niggas from town to town