[Eminem:] Yeah Y'know, Detroit and Buffalo are kinda like long lost cousins That's why, to me, it makes sense Shady and Griselda Y'know, I felt like this before Nostalgia, bitch Just Blaze
[Conway:] Uh, let the drum off quick Youngin running through that shortcut he dump off blick Youngin dope off stick I made one call, he slumped y'all quick Nigga, there's room in the trunk, y'all fit
[Westside Gunn:] Ayo, this for my niggas on the bus taking up north trips SKS in the Dolce trench Dice game mittens to the floor throwing trips Throwing bricks, bring me back 80 by the 5th
[Conway:] Look, jet fuel, blow a zip full 20 racks, blue hundreds, that's a fistful I stand over the stove, whip that brick good Rap shit don't work out? Fuck it, my wrist good
[Westside Gunn:] Ayo, just turned two to three and a half And it still fire, ate through the bag Gucci duffel with snakes on the bag I keep my grass shorter, Patrick [?] No top Rocky, you're shit boring
[Conway:] Sparking dust, I'm the ash on your foreign [?], another foreign If this was '98, I would've fucked Lauryn My dog lost 100 bags and got 100 more of 'em
[Westside Gunn & Conway:] Gave 20 to my lil niggas Break it all down, you get the bigger picture Elevator in my bitch house Shot the fuck nigga bitch house Went from the shells, knock the crib over This ain't playing with you niggas Went from the shells, knock the crib over
[Conway:] Bought a brick, nigga, gave me two bigs over I'm the illest, I put that on my life A rap nigga blood, I put that on my knife The D squared tack it was lavender and white Eating alligator bites, 20 racks, get a half a key tonight
[Westside Gunn:] Ayo, connect got 'em half of the price Shoot it, ain't hear shit, it was a clapping invite This the Passion of Christ, 'cause niggas wanna hang me Niggas out in Paris wanna paint me The four pound never on safety All these bad bitches want me lately Drops sound like AZ Then I copped the Lam, who wanna race me?
[Conway:] Yeah, back to back Lams, I let my bitch drive Think I'm slipping like Six from the fifth flight Sticks got the trash bags and the zipties Sit it underneath the fan, let that brick dry
[Westside Gunn:] Cooking fish like a fish fry Chrome 800, that's the big guy Hit the nigga with the dummy brick Locked up in Ohio, me and money grip
[Conway & Westside Gunn:] 50 rounds back to back, let 100 rip Nigga screaming like a bitch when his stomach hit The nigga brains hit the ceiling Thank God for drug dealing Uh, and my aunt catching, whipping Os up Uncle showed me how to make the stove jump The shit jump like Zach LaVine War medium tan and low green My plug sniffed the whole thing 30 in his clip, youngin blicked the whole thing 30 in his clip, youngin blicked the whole thingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
