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[Intro] Give me my shit when I'm on the ground, I don't want no part of this guy [Verse 1: Westside Gunn] The new king of New York, ay yo, ay yo Fuck nigga don't come outside Ay yo, grandma pleading please put the triple beam up Tec with the red beam hanging out the Beamer State versus? How dare you try to be us Please West I'm going to bring her back I need a teaser Kicks a little dirty out the box, out the box Bitches like, "I heard he with the rock, I heard he with the rock" ? Looking like a drop, with the bandana got a knock, got a knock Whipped a whole extra brick with Kenny Omega Mega bust a 20, I'll be trying to dodge the letters Please pray for me, I ain't trying to see a stretcher Please pray for me all week I wore Stella I swear to God I got pulled over with the stupid load They ain't check the trunk though, They ain't check the trunk though I flip shits like the Lucha Bros, Lucha Bros, right out the front though [Lucha Bros] Mexican? Is the Lucha Brothers is the best tag team in the planet Mierda puto, you know baby? [Verse 2: Curren$y] I wish it was a government plot and not a nigga from the same block that walked down on my homie and gave 'em shots It ain't safe on the set, niggas ain't thorough They see you as a threat cuz they don't believe in they self A couple knots in my? Swiss army knife Corvette The top retract like that, the street lights in my diamonds react Igniting the pack, I put a pen in the paper stack Some of us still really rap, some of us don't talk about it lest we really did that Tell me what your man did on the them streets Them hood tales ain't? Boy You was at home when the heist went down successfully Nobody hit your phone and told you to get your cut Boy you's a duck, you was sitting up You ain't never set shit up and connect no dots to get no paper picked up Yet you expecting to be big up and to be considered as a member when real one's is in the picture My nigga give that shit up, I skipped on that Benz truck The color? Rey Mysterio smoking a J on the top rope East side he wrote, it's sweet but it's not though Ultra? Dragon, gold Daytons on the Chevy wagon [Verse 3: Benny the Butcher] Rah, The Butcher Coming Nigga, Ah This shit getting easier and easier to me It's a shame how desperate you niggas is becoming Only willing to help unless you benefit from it We used to not have enough weed to fill up the duchess Now I'm counting digits with hustlers having business discussions We already bosses, y'all cry over petty losses Went to war with my foes, black roses in every coffin My plug made that white girl famous in every market Like Simon turned a regular chick into Kelly Clarkson Look, you getting game from them, it's gonna stagnate you But with the shit you learn from me It's gonna graduate you This the shit I make her masturbate to cuz I'm too rich to fuck her That's how cocky this cash will make you Hoes say these bags made me mad, I'm grateful When you getting so much chick that none of these bitches fascinate you You know it's real when everybody in rap debate you Since I lived it, I'm who street niggas gravitate to Yeah, rap niggas shook, all your favorites ducking Feds say it's talent, I just say you lucky You gon' die if they say you touched me Guy used to tuck in his iron but lions never play with monkeys Fuck what you sold, I still call it trash I did it without a deal, and I still caught a bag All my niggas went harder when the bills caught up fast Now hustlers come to my show to get their scales autographed Nigga
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