[Conway:] Look, look, look I can't relate to you niggas, your shit is not relatable Grimiest of all time, that shit is not debatable Chopper wave at you Your vest can't stop, when I'm poppin' the K in you No matter what God you're prayin' to, I'm not gon' play with you This shit is not for radio, I'm not complainin' though Still headin' to the top, a spot they said was not obtainable Because the way my face look from when them niggas shot my cranial Area, how I'm still livin'? That shit is not explainable Free them niggas locked in cages who was gettin' blocks of yayo through Them the niggas I jot my pages to Them young niggas with 30 shot Glocks to flame at you Niggas who got multiple bodies before they was 20, I can name a few Ayo, Machine, them niggas not the same as you Them niggas playin' crazy but them niggas not insane as you Bitch, I got HKs with lasers on the top to aim at you Bitch, I got AKs, I'm sprayin' boy, you not gon' make it through Heard this old washed up rap nigga was talkin' reckless On the internet and shit, that kinda shit I don't respect it Tell you once, leave my name off of your records Like Nino, I will walk you through the 'jects, pump to your chin while you nekked I'm respected by the OGs, the gangstas, and paroles That smoke the K2, they don't blow trees But sniff 'til their nose bleed Cut off your fuckin' wrist tryna get your Rollie Them bitch niggas know me, ha, yeah
[Westside Gunn:] Ayo, your bottle green, my shit clear (shit clear) Whip the Tesla X, I don't even steer (even steer, skrt) Woo on me, kick rocker (kick rocker) Load the MAC up and gift shop it (shop it, grr)
[Conway:] I get the shottie from the drawer (talk to 'em) Uh, another body finna fall I move the product to the zombies in the hall Aim good, I could write my name in cursive with the Tommy in the wall I put buck fifties on the side of niggas' jaws They don't want problems at all, I know a lot of niggas saw, uh I gotta be a boss, rockin' Prada in the mall Knot in my pocket I got from flippin' raw, uh Whip the white 'til the shit fluff, uh Shit on my wrist costs a brick plus Fif' tucked, run up on me get your shit bust Hit six plus times, got you zipped up Black bag that, your body like my last track I turn my hat back, my young'un poppin' at your dad hat That's facts, I had to bag crack just to have racks Jumped off the porch, I live my life on the fast tracks Had straps hid under the porch and where the trash at Jack boys kick your door down, where the cash at? Woah, I'm the scientist, not the lab rat Machine, bitch, brah, brah, hashtag that (Machine, nigga)
[Westside Gunn:] Ayo, your bottle green, my shit clear (shit clear) Whip the Tesla X, I don't even steer (even steer, skrt) Woo on me, kick rocker (kick rocker) Load the MAC up and gift shop it (shop it, grr)
When these come out, Ronnie? My PS smellin' like a pissy lobby These niggas on some ho shit Stocking on my face on some '94 Ghost shit Stocking on my face, nigga (face, nigga) On some '94 Ghost shit (Ghost shit)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
