[Intro]
Hopefully, I'm moving on
Resigning to chill
We've been dealing with some things
The reason, the reason goes particular, ideas are so important to me
[Verse 1: Westside Gunn & Conway]
Yo, clip so long you got a curve
Ride out my mama back hard they got served
Still spitting small heads when we copping 'burbs
I got shot, ate the bullets, they was all durs
I only want it if it's wrapped up
The bullets hit his body like a mad truck
The blue money in the safe stacked up
Gold cubs on the Pharell camo belt, macked up
Ayo, throwing up red sticks, why a n***a starving
Billy hash back, the prince just saw a n***a balling
Uh, I throw the yay on the scale
Rock it and ding, get rid of it like Mackle
The O.G., why the hell n***as smell?
12 gold slugs mad Chanel (uhu)
Shoot out some broad day, baby
100K shipped from haiti
[Verse 2: Your Old Droog]
If I was you, I'd hate me too
MCs is rhyming over beats that I used to hear on KTU
Sounded mad yurro, they can't mess with your old friend
I go in, the flow vary, plus the dairy is low end
So sell whatever heat you got
Pent L sit, home to scales while ordering pillwales at the pizza spot
Used to run the streets a lot