Intro: Westside Gunn] Ah [Verse 1: Westside Gunn & Conway the Machine] Ayo, I'm from a back block on the east side, peace and war Out on Leroy with the MAC on, peace Allah (Brr) The whole portfolio is gangster, whip with cocaine Just shot a nigga on the anklet (Boom, boom, boom), sellin' dope Save this Persian rug five times a day, prayers, niggas tasteless Cells pop, niggas came through, stabbed 'em on the wake up (Ah) Niggas catch you at the showers for a hundred soups Bubble goose, we pulled up in a couple coupes (Skrt) The chopper on double loop (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot) Your body got hugged, but not enough to shoot We baggin' up trouble at the W, what's up with you? We huntin' too (Ah) Still plottin' and schemin', on the cot, daydreamin' Get shot out the Heron, pray demon, you ain't breathin ' (Skrt, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) The yay reekin', lips movin', you ain't breathin' You start coughin' up blood for the same reasons You ever sold a hundred then spent it all in the same weekend? Razors leave your face leakin' (Ah) Chill, let the Wraith creep, and the brick broke in eight pieces Double Cs on the suede sneakers, I kick the real shit Who you be? Where you bome from? I had to build shit (Ah, I had to build shit, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) I had to build shit (I had to build shit, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, look, uh) We was sellin' dog food and we was sellin' fish (Cap) Feds was buildin' cases, they ain't never stick (Hahahaha) Y'all had the triple beam dreams, we really measure bricks (We really sold that) Shit was movin' fast as we cook it up, we sell it quick (Hah) Any beat I'm on, I gotta get my shit off Your watch ain't cost thirty and up? Take that shit off (Take that shit off, nigga) I'm impactin' the culture like Eric Bischoff Big biscuit of that Biscotti makin' my bitch cough (Cap) They on Google, they wonder what I got rich off They see me pullin' off in that Dawn, the top lift off (Hah) The kid from May Street that used to whip soft (Whip) And let his fif' off, now I'm the big boss, I drop the bag, I have you picked off (Boom, boom, boom, boom) My shooter don't speak but you can tell that he dangerous (Cap) He just aim steady the stainless (Hah) Drive-bys out of minivans, Chevys and Ranges (Brr) Rap nigga go to the club in my city, tuck every chain in (Hah) Gettin' niggas clipped while I'm with celebrities hangin' (Uh-huh) I got two felonies, now they tell me I'm famous (I'm famous now) My life is definitely changin' Roc Nation brunch, I'm with a R&B singer gettin' better acquainted (What up, baby?) If thou steal from FLYGOD, that's a sin It ain't another rapper that's alive that can match my pen Back again, MAC clap your men, stacked a half an M I was him before you ever heard me on a track with Em, it's The Machine, nigga (Yo) Verse 3: BENNY THE BUTCHER] Look back three years ago when ain't nobody know me (Nobody) Now I treat this rap shit just like somebody owe me (Butcher comin', nigga) Think it's a game until I Patrick Kane somebody homie That's slidin' through with a stick, shootin' one by the goalie (Brr) I got nice, practice repeated, when rappers was decent When you ain't leave the house unless your gat was matchin' your sneakers (Yeah) Is y'all nigga rappin' or tweetin'? (What else?) Stackin' or beefin'? (What y'all doin'?) I get you whacked at The Venetian for blasphemous speakin', uh-huh Watch band snakeskin, gang at the door, let the apes in 20K spent, that's how my day went Bulletproof the foreign to feel safe in (I'm good) Mirror smoke-grey tint, it's just to take trips to the bank in Telly by the border, Glock on top of the covers (Uh huh) The room next door got duffels stacked on top of each other Me and my old plug alright (We cool), but we don't rock with each other That was only business and we done did a lot for each other (I made that nigga rich) Yeah, I'll fuck around and leave the party with my tool ringin' (Boom, boom, boom, boom, let's go) Jewels blingin', tailored suit like a blues singer You know my Backwood like two fingers (Tuh), hustler, I'm the true meanin' Turned one to two like I'm Houdini (My stove game still official) Yeah, this for the corners that we anointed (Anointed) Opened up with a small group of soldiers that I appointed (Uh) I'm up due to all of the bullshit that I avoided She suck, fuck, count up the money, but still annoyin' It's Griselda, nigga
cold as froze scrolls that pose high level down lo flows that grows- don't dose peep tha science eye hold alliance i mold- catch'm in defiance and eye bang'm fasho
My spot ensures I need no practice, I still take it from the top. Pure madness how clean I am, no drip, just what I drop. I come correct and clean house without a mop. Never emptied a clip to kill but I'm equip to shoot my shot, POP! Bars nonstop like the stock you'd find in a candy shop. No biting styles, the lingo I'm lugging make could ya jaw drop. Just say ya love it cause I flip out on tracks like I can't flop. Rapping like I can't stop. An asset to all of hip hop.
I’m mad lyricall listen to every syllable catch a Holy Ghost as ya reading this Jesus biblical the verbs hit you it’s hitting you it’s getting critical
Common discectomy is how I’m over the noggin, Discs slicing out through the necks of hard knocks barely touching the door when their knocking/ Popped and then locked it like rotating cogs moving inside a locket, Forever launching til I’m midway through the air feeling nauseous/ Back all bare like Goldilocks when the porridge was emptied out off of hogging/ I take my mediums rare like overweight frames in streetwear for jogging, Basket case only when I’m handled with care do I stay inside moderate/ My tech is a nine so don’t it let it get to ten and open up holes Labeouf wouldn’t bother with/ You’re hardly a mutt, just Marley without the love sticking to pussies that makes you Arbuckle/ Nurseries within your rhymes is why you’re babied like your seat in the car has the safety buckled/ Dante clothes worn back in the 80s is how tight my grip breaks your pasty knuckles, Your low riders sink when we roll crazy making slight chuckles/ My albino shaded sheets are still darker than your tone when you acting vocal, I googled chrome it says use sprint when you encounter a real mogul
This for dj going on a relay Man this shit ain't easy Lost my neffy where da liq don't need chase Blunt to the face relax my mind before I write this free basee Ok Im ready nigga let's play So everyday I'm always thinking bout this mitha fucking pape Life just a game I only play My sis told stay strong
My training torturous to enter the ring and be victorious bing goes the sound of the bell and now it’s more then a fight how ready lose my life now but cautious boss of all bosses with left hooks and crosses that’ll devastate destruction for opponents nothing left to say
Enchanting The way I grab the mic then go and do my damn thing Knowledge granting, expands man’s understanding Outstanding And it outlandish Man did the rhymes rancid Brandished in my hands with Seven sins and Ten Commandments I’m still magic I’m still madness Skills still ill and never lacks in passion When I speak I weave the very fabric of the reality we are trapped in All of y’all will get what you deserve When I swerve Emerge Hop the curb Deploy a toxic germ And start busting harder than Cyclop’s optic nerve
Look, going up against angry mobs of tacky slobs is like Croker hanging over in The Italian Job The sillies want to sit pretty with their “gangsta” talk until they get dropped on the spot, then they all quack and balk Three whole decades of picking up conversations from girls, to sex, music and habitual conservation Science, to technology, chemical concentration Political complications and spiritual confirmation I’ve endured grief and physical confrontation but I’m putting all those things in my lyrical compilations While others look at signs and mystical constellations I work to fully engage in biblical congregations Expressing this to the max using literal collocations Keep a journal, pay the bills, make a mess, use individual cogitation and develop subliminal contemplation to avoid any more devious criminal condemnation Silently, I receive pitiful compensations Fake apologies, and cynical consultations All I want is a little cooperation A sense of sympathy and a visible commendation But all I get is unthinkable combinations of spite, malice, pride and fictional constipation And others seem to like this typical conformation Love is not key like Elizabeth’s coronation
OVERVIEW LYRICS LISTEN PEOPLE ALSO SEARCH FOR Lyrics Ah Ayo, I'm from a back block on the east side, peace and war Out on Leroy with the MAC on, peace Allah (brr) My whole portfolio is gangster, whip with cocaine Get shot and then go on the anklet (boom, boom, boom), sellin' dope Save this Persian rug five times a day, prayers, niggas tasteless Cells pop, niggas came through, stabbed 'em on the wake up (ah) Niggas catch you at the showers for a hundred soups Bubble goose, we pulled up in a couple coupes skrt) The chopper on double loop (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot) Your body got hugged, but not enough to shoot We baggin' up trouble at the W, what's up with you? We huntin' too (ah) Still plottin' and schemin', on the cot, daydreamin' Get shot out the heroin, pray demon, you ain't breathin' (skrt, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) The yay reekin', lips movin', you ain't breathin' You start coughin' up blood for the same reasons, you ever sold a hundred? Then spent it all in the same weekend, razors leave your face leakin' (ah) Chill, let the Wraith creep, and the brick broke in eight pieces Double Cs on the suede sneakers, I kick the real shit Who you be? Where you bome from? I had to build shit (I had to build shit, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) I had to build shit (I had to build shit, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Look, uh, we was sellin' dog food and we was sellin' fish (cap) Feds was buildin' cases, they ain't never stick (hahahaha) Y'all had the triple beam dreams, we really measure bricks (we really sold that) Shit was movin' fast as we cookin' up, we sell it quick (hah) Any beat I'm on, I gotta get my shit off Your watch ain't cost thirty and up? Take that shit off (take that shit off, nigga) I'm impactin' the culture like Eric Bischoff Big biscuit of that Biscotti makin' my bitch cough (cap) They on Google, they wonder what I got rich off They see me pullin' off in that Dawn, the top lift off (hah) The kid from May Street that used to whip soft (whip) And let his fif' off, now I'm the big boss I drop the bag, I have you picked off (boom, boom, boom, boom) My shooter don't speak but you can tell that he dangerous (cap) He just aim steady the stainless (hah) Drive-bys out of minivans, Chevys, and Ranges (brr) Rap nigga go to the club in my city, tuck every chain in (hah) Get niggas clipped while I'm with celebrities hangin' (uh huh) I got two felonies, now they tell me I'm famous (I'm famous now) My life is definitely changin' Roc Nation brunch, I'm with a R&B singer gettin' better acquainted (what up, baby?) If thou steal from Flygod, that's a sin It ain't another rapper that's alive that can match my pen Back again, MAC clap your men, stack the half an M I was him, before you ever heard me on a track with Em (The Machine, nigga) Yo, look back, three years ago, when ain't nobody know me (nobody) Now I treat this rap shit just like somebody owe me (Butcher comin', nigga) Think it's a game until I Patrick Kane somebody homie That's slidin' through with a stick, shootin' one by the goalie (brr) I got nice, practice repeated, when rappers was decent When you ain't leave the house unless your gat was matchin' your sneakers (yeah) Is y'all nigga rappin' or tweetin'? (What else?) Stackin' or beefin'? (What y'all doin'?) I get you whacked at The Venetian for blasphemous speakin', uh huh Watch band snakeskin, gang at the door, let the apes in Twenty K spent, that's how my day went Bulletproof the foreign to feel safe in (I'm good) Mirrors smoke grey tint, it's just to take trips to the bank in Telly by the border, Glock on top of the covers (uh huh) The room next door got duffel's stacked on top of each other Me and my old plug alright (we cool), but we don't rock with each other That was only business, and we done did a lot for each other (I made that nigga rich) Yeah, I'll fuck around and leave the party with my tool ringin' (boom, boom, boom, boom, let's go) Jewels blingin', tailored suit like a blues singer You know my Backwood like two fingers (tuh), hustler, I'm the true meanin' Turned one to two like I'm Houdini (my stove game still official) Yeah, this for the corners that we anointed (Anointed) Opened up with a small group of soldiers that I appointed (uh) I'm up due to all of the bullshit that I avoided She suck, fuck, count up the money, but still annoyin' It's Griselda, nigga
quien te dijo que a los 27 habia que morir? tengo historias que pasar y mas barras por escupir En el valle deje 5 tumbas listas por llenar para aquellos que se atrevan, ya tienen donde vivir GRATIS, esto se lleva cocinando ya por años he grabado hasta en mi carro, sabes que lo empaño me estoy dando cuenta de las amistades que me sirven las que solo me interrumpen, la neta ni las extraño no hay rapero en habla hispana vivo que me haga temblar porque yo se que los hombres lo resolvemos hablando si quieren traspasar ese paso y mejor rapearlo envialo a mi secretaria, no tengo tiempo pa darlo mi productor y yo somos colegas, no amigos y yo se que es maduro suficiente pa entenderlo hay dos que tres que todo se toman a personal no entiendo si quieren trabajar o culos pa meterlo huh,
I dont know if you know but this’S a very shit My life my parent and your drip Now i go to sleep Beacuse tomorrow i dont wake rich Fuck the police i hate this I go to work I’m the hell son My name is killa kush And i Smoke you in the Drum All are pop Smoke and Dior What is this? Fuck your home in to is hot Where is this? The Black man is under the bed To Kill your friends enough the pen If you work in the pollice you Arent a men. on the street you must be scared Fucking hell In my city No one tell (nessuno lo dice) But i don’t am a motherfucker when my grandmother is dead i was sad I've seen people sell ideals the ideal is to put aside hysteria The heads Asks to help is a bad deal I listen your Idea but is a bad idea
Outside daily on my grind Tony hawk. Ppl hating on me that never met me you a sucker. My flow outer this atmosphere. Too hard radio too hood for b.e.t. I'm complex but I try to keep it simple. Fly kicks like lui kang. I'm at the venu Ralph Lauren eating bacon wrapped steak bites. Homie was cappin got knocked out of his fitted cap. No cap all facts. Middle shcool selling bags of chips and chewing gum to my peers. Even back then I was on some make money daily.
@@extranosense9553first of all , Walter wasn't even talking to u .. he was talking deman .. n plus yall r trippin , he is rhyming good yall just don't get it
This beat is fucking infectious... that staccato string in the back is hypnotic
💯💯💯
This beat is a movie score… unbelievable layers yet still kept simple. Dr birds this back 2x all on that level for me
I wasnt even lookin for this beat, but knowin the song n hearin the beat jus brought a smile to ma face fr
This beats is crazy!!!!!
Real
Fax !!
Damn that piano sample is crazy🥶
Straight fire. Had this on blast while driving in FL. Def an attention getter.
Intro: Westside Gunn]
Ah
[Verse 1: Westside Gunn & Conway the Machine]
Ayo, I'm from a back block on the east side, peace and war
Out on Leroy with the MAC on, peace Allah (Brr)
The whole portfolio is gangster, whip with cocaine
Just shot a nigga on the anklet (Boom, boom, boom), sellin' dope
Save this Persian rug five times a day, prayers, niggas tasteless
Cells pop, niggas came through, stabbed 'em on the wake up (Ah)
Niggas catch you at the showers for a hundred soups
Bubble goose, we pulled up in a couple coupes (Skrt)
The chopper on double loop (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Your body got hugged, but not enough to shoot
We baggin' up trouble at the W, what's up with you? We huntin' too (Ah)
Still plottin' and schemin', on the cot, daydreamin'
Get shot out the Heron, pray demon, you ain't breathin ' (Skrt, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
The yay reekin', lips movin', you ain't breathin'
You start coughin' up blood for the same reasons
You ever sold a hundred then spent it all in the same weekend?
Razors leave your face leakin' (Ah)
Chill, let the Wraith creep, and the brick broke in eight pieces
Double Cs on the suede sneakers, I kick the real shit
Who you be? Where you bome from? I had to build shit (Ah, I had to build shit, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
I had to build shit (I had to build shit, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, look, uh)
We was sellin' dog food and we was sellin' fish (Cap)
Feds was buildin' cases, they ain't never stick (Hahahaha)
Y'all had the triple beam dreams, we really measure bricks (We really sold that)
Shit was movin' fast as we cook it up, we sell it quick (Hah)
Any beat I'm on, I gotta get my shit off
Your watch ain't cost thirty and up? Take that shit off (Take that shit off, nigga)
I'm impactin' the culture like Eric Bischoff
Big biscuit of that Biscotti makin' my bitch cough (Cap)
They on Google, they wonder what I got rich off
They see me pullin' off in that Dawn, the top lift off (Hah)
The kid from May Street that used to whip soft (Whip)
And let his fif' off, now I'm the big boss, I drop the bag, I have you picked off (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
My shooter don't speak but you can tell that he dangerous (Cap)
He just aim steady the stainless (Hah)
Drive-bys out of minivans, Chevys and Ranges (Brr)
Rap nigga go to the club in my city, tuck every chain in (Hah)
Gettin' niggas clipped while I'm with celebrities hangin' (Uh-huh)
I got two felonies, now they tell me I'm famous (I'm famous now)
My life is definitely changin'
Roc Nation brunch, I'm with a R&B singer gettin' better acquainted (What up, baby?)
If thou steal from FLYGOD, that's a sin
It ain't another rapper that's alive that can match my pen
Back again, MAC clap your men, stacked a half an M
I was him before you ever heard me on a track with Em, it's The Machine, nigga (Yo)
Verse 3: BENNY THE BUTCHER]
Look back three years ago when ain't nobody know me (Nobody)
Now I treat this rap shit just like somebody owe me (Butcher comin', nigga)
Think it's a game until I Patrick Kane somebody homie
That's slidin' through with a stick, shootin' one by the goalie (Brr)
I got nice, practice repeated, when rappers was decent
When you ain't leave the house unless your gat was matchin' your sneakers (Yeah)
Is y'all nigga rappin' or tweetin'? (What else?) Stackin' or beefin'? (What y'all doin'?)
I get you whacked at The Venetian for blasphemous speakin', uh-huh
Watch band snakeskin, gang at the door, let the apes in
20K spent, that's how my day went
Bulletproof the foreign to feel safe in (I'm good)
Mirror smoke-grey tint, it's just to take trips to the bank in
Telly by the border, Glock on top of the covers (Uh huh)
The room next door got duffels stacked on top of each other
Me and my old plug alright (We cool), but we don't rock with each other
That was only business and we done did a lot for each other (I made that nigga rich)
Yeah, I'll fuck around and leave the party with my tool ringin' (Boom, boom, boom, boom, let's go)
Jewels blingin', tailored suit like a blues singer
You know my Backwood like two fingers (Tuh), hustler, I'm the true meanin'
Turned one to two like I'm Houdini (My stove game still official)
Yeah, this for the corners that we anointed (Anointed)
Opened up with a small group of soldiers that I appointed (Uh)
I'm up due to all of the bullshit that I avoided
She suck, fuck, count up the money, but still annoyin'
It's Griselda, nigga
Doing fly gods work posting tha lyrics 🙏🔥
Good cut , subbed
:)
anyone know the sample use for the piano loop?
Stunning beat
It’s over 🤦🏾♂️🤦🏾♂️🔥🔥🔥🔥 needed this
Woooooooooo!!! Classico! Francesco Rinaldi
cold as froze scrolls that pose high level down lo flows that grows- don't dose peep tha science eye hold alliance i mold- catch'm in defiance and eye bang'm fasho
Sheesh.
My spot ensures I need no practice, I still take it from the top.
Pure madness how clean I am, no drip, just what I drop.
I come correct and clean house without a mop.
Never emptied a clip to kill but I'm equip to shoot my shot, POP!
Bars nonstop like the stock you'd find in a candy shop.
No biting styles, the lingo I'm lugging make could ya jaw drop.
Just say ya love it cause I flip out on tracks like I can't flop.
Rapping like I can't stop.
An asset to all of hip hop.
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 #Barz
I’m mad lyricall listen to every syllable catch a Holy Ghost as ya reading this Jesus biblical the verbs hit you it’s hitting you it’s getting critical
Common discectomy is how I’m over the noggin, Discs slicing out through the necks of hard knocks barely touching the door when their knocking/ Popped and then locked it like rotating cogs moving inside a locket, Forever launching til I’m midway through the air feeling nauseous/ Back all bare like Goldilocks when the porridge was emptied out off of hogging/ I take my mediums rare like overweight frames in streetwear for jogging, Basket case only when I’m handled with care do I stay inside moderate/ My tech is a nine so don’t it let it get to ten and open up holes Labeouf wouldn’t bother with/ You’re hardly a mutt, just Marley without the love sticking to pussies that makes you Arbuckle/ Nurseries within your rhymes is why you’re babied like your seat in the car has the safety buckled/ Dante clothes worn back in the 80s is how tight my grip breaks your pasty knuckles, Your low riders sink when we roll crazy making slight chuckles/ My albino shaded sheets are still darker than your tone when you acting vocal, I googled chrome it says use sprint when you encounter a real mogul
🔥🔥🔥
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 #Barz
This for dj going on a relay
Man this shit ain't easy
Lost my neffy where da liq don't need chase
Blunt to the face relax my mind before I write this free basee
Ok Im ready nigga let's play
So everyday I'm always thinking bout this mitha fucking pape
Life just a game I only play
My sis told stay strong
Hard
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 #Barz
Insane
Fucking insane beat
SICK!!!!!!!
My training torturous to enter the ring and be victorious bing goes the sound of the bell and now it’s more then a fight how ready lose my life now but cautious boss of all bosses with left hooks and crosses that’ll devastate destruction for opponents nothing left to say
Banger ,
I need those drums
It’s from Beat Butcha, it’s called An Evil Drum
@@witness1930 yeah I ended up buying the pack a while ago lol pretty good investment
@@SJ-su1ki nice
@swoope_era blessed me right quick no lie
Enchanting
The way I grab the mic then go and do my damn thing
Knowledge granting, expands man’s understanding
Outstanding
And it outlandish
Man did the rhymes rancid
Brandished in my hands with
Seven sins and Ten Commandments
I’m still magic
I’m still madness
Skills still ill and never lacks in passion
When I speak I weave the very fabric of the reality we are trapped in
All of y’all will get what you deserve
When I swerve
Emerge
Hop the curb
Deploy a toxic germ
And start busting harder than Cyclop’s optic nerve
Look, going up against angry mobs
of tacky slobs is like Croker hanging over in The Italian Job
The sillies want to sit pretty with their “gangsta” talk
until they get dropped on the spot, then they all quack and balk
Three whole decades of picking up conversations
from girls, to sex, music and habitual conservation
Science, to technology, chemical concentration
Political complications and spiritual confirmation
I’ve endured grief and physical confrontation
but I’m putting all those things in my lyrical compilations
While others look at signs and mystical constellations
I work to fully engage in biblical congregations
Expressing this to the max using literal collocations
Keep a journal, pay the bills, make a mess, use individual cogitation
and develop subliminal contemplation
to avoid any more devious criminal condemnation
Silently, I receive pitiful compensations
Fake apologies, and cynical consultations
All I want is a little cooperation
A sense of sympathy and a visible commendation
But all I get is unthinkable combinations
of spite, malice, pride and fictional constipation
And others seem to like this typical conformation
Love is not key like Elizabeth’s coronation
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 #Barz
Who’s is this
Does anyone know how to play this on piano? I’m trying to figure it out by ear, but it’s a little tough
Its chopped up so it wasn't naturally played like this
i would like too but i cant do it in fl studio
yoo is that jazz
type beat
Grimey 🥶
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Lyrics
Ah
Ayo, I'm from a back block on the east side, peace and war
Out on Leroy with the MAC on, peace Allah (brr)
My whole portfolio is gangster, whip with cocaine
Get shot and then go on the anklet (boom, boom, boom), sellin' dope
Save this Persian rug five times a day, prayers, niggas tasteless
Cells pop, niggas came through, stabbed 'em on the wake up (ah)
Niggas catch you at the showers for a hundred soups
Bubble goose, we pulled up in a couple coupes skrt)
The chopper on double loop
(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Your body got hugged, but not enough to shoot
We baggin' up trouble at the W, what's up with you? We huntin' too (ah)
Still plottin' and schemin', on the cot, daydreamin'
Get shot out the heroin, pray demon, you ain't breathin' (skrt, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
The yay reekin', lips movin', you ain't breathin'
You start coughin' up blood for the same reasons, you ever sold a hundred?
Then spent it all in the same weekend, razors leave your face leakin' (ah)
Chill, let the Wraith creep, and the brick broke in eight pieces
Double Cs on the suede sneakers, I kick the real shit
Who you be? Where you bome from? I had to build shit
(I had to build shit, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
I had to build shit
(I had to build shit, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Look, uh, we was sellin' dog food and we was sellin' fish (cap)
Feds was buildin' cases, they ain't never stick (hahahaha)
Y'all had the triple beam dreams, we really measure bricks (we really sold that)
Shit was movin' fast as we cookin' up, we sell it quick (hah)
Any beat I'm on, I gotta get my shit off
Your watch ain't cost thirty and up? Take that shit off (take that shit off, nigga)
I'm impactin' the culture like Eric Bischoff
Big biscuit of that Biscotti makin' my bitch cough (cap)
They on Google, they wonder what I got rich off
They see me pullin' off in that Dawn, the top lift off (hah)
The kid from May Street that used to whip soft (whip)
And let his fif' off, now I'm the big boss
I drop the bag, I have you picked off (boom, boom, boom, boom)
My shooter don't speak but you can tell that he dangerous (cap)
He just aim steady the stainless (hah)
Drive-bys out of minivans, Chevys, and Ranges (brr)
Rap nigga go to the club in my city, tuck every chain in (hah)
Get niggas clipped while I'm with celebrities hangin' (uh huh)
I got two felonies, now they tell me I'm famous (I'm famous now)
My life is definitely changin'
Roc Nation brunch, I'm with a R&B singer gettin' better acquainted (what up, baby?)
If thou steal from Flygod, that's a sin
It ain't another rapper that's alive that can match my pen
Back again, MAC clap your men, stack the half an M
I was him, before you ever heard me on a track with Em (The Machine, nigga)
Yo, look back, three years ago, when ain't nobody know me (nobody)
Now I treat this rap shit just like somebody owe me (Butcher comin', nigga)
Think it's a game until I Patrick Kane somebody homie
That's slidin' through with a stick, shootin' one by the goalie (brr)
I got nice, practice repeated, when rappers was decent
When you ain't leave the house unless your gat was matchin' your sneakers (yeah)
Is y'all nigga rappin' or tweetin'? (What else?) Stackin' or beefin'? (What y'all doin'?)
I get you whacked at The Venetian for blasphemous speakin', uh huh
Watch band snakeskin, gang at the door, let the apes in
Twenty K spent, that's how my day went
Bulletproof the foreign to feel safe in (I'm good)
Mirrors smoke grey tint, it's just to take trips to the bank in
Telly by the border, Glock on top of the covers (uh huh)
The room next door got duffel's stacked on top of each other
Me and my old plug alright (we cool), but we don't rock with each other
That was only business, and we done did a lot for each other (I made that nigga rich)
Yeah, I'll fuck around and leave the party with my tool ringin' (boom, boom, boom, boom, let's go)
Jewels blingin', tailored suit like a blues singer
You know my Backwood like two fingers (tuh), hustler, I'm the true meanin'
Turned one to two like I'm Houdini (my stove game still official)
Yeah, this for the corners that we anointed (Anointed)
Opened up with a small group of soldiers that I appointed (uh)
I'm up due to all of the bullshit that I avoided
She suck, fuck, count up the money, but still annoyin'
It's Griselda, nigga
Doing fly gods work posting these lyrics 🙏🔥
We need Benny and Conway and roc Marciano and styles
Bru can you hit up the game the light instrumental
Can u do westside Gunn day plz
For any onewho wants to rap to it
Ja pierdole co za bit
święte słowa
Hechos
This is not garden of Eden
This is the garden you leaving
No more breathing
Died for owns reason
This death season
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 #Barz
quien te dijo que a los 27 habia que morir?
tengo historias que pasar y mas barras por escupir
En el valle deje 5 tumbas listas por llenar
para aquellos que se atrevan, ya tienen donde vivir
GRATIS, esto se lleva cocinando ya por años
he grabado hasta en mi carro, sabes que lo empaño
me estoy dando cuenta de las amistades que me sirven
las que solo me interrumpen, la neta ni las extraño
no hay rapero en habla hispana vivo que me haga temblar
porque yo se que los hombres lo resolvemos hablando
si quieren traspasar ese paso y mejor rapearlo
envialo a mi secretaria, no tengo tiempo pa darlo
mi productor y yo somos colegas, no amigos
y yo se que es maduro suficiente pa entenderlo
hay dos que tres que todo se toman a personal
no entiendo si quieren trabajar o culos pa meterlo
huh,
Amigo unas obraas de artes con guste les hago honor y hacerlo estricto
#Art 🙌🎨🖼
y cuando la muerte nos ponga de frente
no voy a entregar mi vida a la suerte
si quieren chispa candela
no vaya ser cosa q se caigan de la escalera
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 #Barz
I dont know if you know but this’S a very shit
My life my parent and your drip
Now i go to sleep
Beacuse tomorrow i dont wake rich
Fuck the police i hate this
I go to work
I’m the hell son
My name is killa kush
And i Smoke you in the Drum
All are pop Smoke and Dior
What is this?
Fuck your home in to is hot
Where is this?
The Black man is under the bed
To Kill your friends
enough the pen
If you work in the pollice you Arent a men. on the street you must be scared
Fucking hell
In my city No one tell (nessuno lo dice)
But i don’t am a motherfucker
when my grandmother is dead i was sad
I've seen people sell ideals
the ideal is to put aside hysteria
The heads Asks to help is a bad deal
I listen your Idea but is a bad idea
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 #Barz
Outside daily on my grind Tony hawk. Ppl hating on me that never met me you a sucker. My flow outer this atmosphere. Too hard radio too hood for b.e.t. I'm complex but I try to keep it simple. Fly kicks like lui kang. I'm at the venu Ralph Lauren eating bacon wrapped steak bites. Homie was cappin got knocked out of his fitted cap. No cap all facts. Middle shcool selling bags of chips and chewing gum to my peers. Even back then I was on some make money daily.
down bad
None of this rhymed....
@@demanotoriouslifeend sometimes rap doesn't have to rhyme. Ask j.i.d
@@walterclark3198 jid rhymes in his songs, even if it's not every single bar it's gotta rhyme a lil jus to keep it consistent
@@extranosense9553first of all , Walter wasn't even talking to u .. he was talking deman .. n plus yall r trippin , he is rhyming good yall just don't get it
angelic beat, garbage lyrics
You gotta be kidding me , this is one of the best tracks on the album , do you want Beyoncé on a beat like this 😂
@@harivyas9550 nah, the rap style aint my type, the instrumental is fire tho