[Intro: Jay NiCE]
It's Flair Jordan
Don't forget to edit the curses
Gotchu

[Verse 1: Jay NiCE]
Son n***as I’m Fred Sanford y’all Ned Flanders
The Red Panther, question my grammar and get lead answers
Used to get them dollar bills off the strip like a ex-dancer
Bread in the hamper, lumps in the chest like it’s breast cancer
Had the DMX candor in Belly instigating Wise & Lakid
That fly shit you poppin’ got ya eye split
Die lit, playboy carti album vibes when you ‘bout to die
Lie stiff, the size of the 9 I’m rising is 5’6
Cannon raised, explosive like hand grenades