[Verse:1 Conway The Machine]
Roll the swish and get high
Free the homies behind the wall
Free my n***as inside
All them n***as that died
Rest in piece to my n***as I hope they live in the sky
Pour out some liquor load your fifth
For the n***as that ride
For your n***as that got hit bagged didn't survive
Sometimes I feel like I'm the realest n***a alive
Since we was kicking doors four n***as
Divi'n pies
They ain't believe me when I told n***as the city was mines
Now look at me though Buffalo n***a
But did records with Kool G though
Necklace is two kilos
Remember when the Feds gave fifteen to Cousin Tito
Me and Pat was right there he took it like a G though
That's a real n***a that's a fact when I came home from doing two
He gave me a half ounce and a rack
And said you don't owe me sh** just put the city on the map
That was eleven years ago and now I'm doing just that
Ask my baby momma how much I cried when Machine Gun died
When I pulled up and seen that yellow tape outside
Had me ready to grab the stick and go apes outside
I never found out who did it that sh** ate my pride
I swear but maybe that was a sign
Maybe god ain't want me k**ing them n***as
And doing time
Maybe god wanted me here to k** em' with the rhyme
Maybe that was part of his plan and part of the design
I don't know I'm not religious
All I know is I'm viciously gifted
When I script and it's strictly for my n***as
I might shed a tear listening to this sh**
Pop the Spade cork like Machine Gun we did it
Damn who would've known my crew would've blown
Every verse is verse of the year sh** is proven and shown
I needed West and Daringer I couldn't do it alone
Remember that f** n***a pulled up using his chrome
Hit the back of my head and neck i should've died n***a
I feel like my n***a [?] Kept me alive n***a
Slack in my face like bruh open your eyes n***a
Shaking my head like f** that you can't die n***a
Only real sh** what I provide n***a
I wrote this sh** with the tears in my eyes n***a
Now they gotta consider me top five n***a
You hear my sh** is you surprised n***a
You know what's funny I wanted to quit
After I got shot in my head I seen my face
Like I'm done with this sh**
Trying to spit my verses and mumbling and sh**
Face twisted up looking ugly and sh**
That Bell's palsy had me looking like I had a stroke
But every bar raw like a slab of coke
And them same n***as that laugh and joke
Is doing bad or broke
And everything I drop is cla**ic dope
This the realest sh** in my pad I wrote
This the realest sh** that I wrote
[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]
Ayo pulled the MAC out the Stone Island
Dough piling my n***a doing fifty in the mountains
Posing in gosha I do it for it for the culture
Mastermind I'm braggadocios
You on shoulder we in the kitchen like vultures
Bucket hat gator on the coaster
Big a** Ace need two b**hes to pour it
Hopped in a four door 'gatti and floored it
A n***a gorgeous rice pilaf and swordfish
This Warhol portraits but more sick
Stella McCartney feeling me pardon me
[?] trench draggin' on the marble i'm awful
Stash cracks in his mouth he had a jaw full
Jazz Just Dons in the mosque
In the cell prayer rugs for the lost
These n***as wanna hang me on the cross
Allahu Akbar Allahu Akbar
Walking over water I can touch the stars
Allahu Akbar Allahu Akbar