Westside Gunn - The Cow lyrics

[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