[Intro]
What the f**'d I do? Diss a whole bunch of p**y-a** rappers?
Well tell one of they p**y a** to link up with me then
These n***as... Y'all think these n***as tough
But I don't think these n***as real k**as
I know what's goin' on
[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
Ay yo
These rap n***as at the governor ball
I'm back in eight balls
Spilled Perignon on my suede 'cause
I had to tell that b**h, "Don't touch my Wades!"
Lean by the pool
$3K for the shades
100 round plumb at least five in your brain
When bricks went on sale I was going insane
My shooter said, "Look, you don't even gotta pay me
I'ma shoot the f** n***a blocka for the fame"
Still duckin' my third felony, I'm on skates
f** the halfway house, I'd rather wait
Three stands for some noodles and I'm straight
Grizelle is the illest, no debate
[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" & Westside Gunn & Both]
While all these rap n***as at the governor ball
I'm f**in' they broads
Ay yo, these rap n***as at the governor ball
I'm back in eight balls
That n***a had to tell his boo
Don't trust my ways
Lean by the pool
$3K for the shades
These rap n***as at the governor ball
I'm back in eight balls
[Verse 2: Conway]
Yeah
Get you whacked it only cost a band
Twenty shots, every bullet in that cartridge land
My shooter been buggin' since n***as off'ed his man
Lil' dirty n***a, type to piss and don't wash his hands
Pink Bape hoodie, feel like the Harlem Cam
n***as rap good about them bricks
But never bought a gram
Flow outta this world
I'm the martian man
Everyy shirt sell out in minutes
Now that's a market plan, yeah
If I reach it's for a weapon
Release three in your chest
And in peace you n***as restin'
Leave n***as in sections
Pieces of you left in the street n***a
I'm more than a street n***a, you guessed it
p**y, I'm never beefin' on a record
I beat n***as to d**h
That'll teach n***as a lesson
Machine n***a
Free all the real n***as locked [?] n***a
One hundred shots in that magazine n***a
[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" & Westside Gunn & Both]
While all these rap n***as at the governor ball
I'm f**in' they broads
Ay yo, these rap n***as at the governor ball
I'm back in eight balls
That n***a had to tell his boo
Don't trust my ways
Lean by the pool
$3K for the shades
These rap n***as at the governor ball
I'm back in eight balls
[Verse 3: Royce Da 5'9"]
Nickel
We taking all comers
Caking all summer
They playing basketball
We playing take they ball from 'em
I'm in front of the stove wit' it
Check the score, the Rolex is gold
I'm going old Lexus Hov, sellin' blow
Thuggin' for a purpose on my Pac sh**
Ugly chain on purpose on my Nas sh**
They pa**ing around Moet bottles, but I don't gossip
All I do is real n***a sh** like a
Wiggle and shake to get through my day
And I don't a**ume
I just been down and diggin' my crate
And end up on the moon
Once you hit a n***a in the eye
They gon' change though
Cause now they know the ribbon in the sky
Ain't no rainbow
I was born physically conflicted with Christ
Though I'm God sent, I was sent through the light
Though I was meant to only exist in the night
There's only one of me
I can easily imagine runnin' rap
But I can't even fathom rap running me
I guess you 'spect me to wear dress shoes
And be hangin' with "Yes" dudes
Or be wearin' leather chaps with the pants underneath
Lookin' like half a f*g
Bout to have a gla** of "flat tummy tea"
Tell your wife chill out with the retweets
And the waist trainers, grab a washcloth
Follow Alicia Keys, make her face plainer
She may just stay saner, I may just pull up in the wraith
Where she play and just David Blaine her
[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" & Westside Gunn & Both]
While all these rap n***as at the governor ball
I'm f**in' they broads
Ay yo, these rap n***as at the governor ball
I'm back in eight balls
That n***a had to tell his boo
Don't trust my ways
Lean by the pool
$3K for the shades
These rap n***as at the governor ball
I'm back in eight balls