[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
Yo
Yo, what goes around comes around, that's why I got the Karma cherry red
The illest sh** I seen in my life was in the Feds
[?] joggers is gangsta down the f**in' leg
Whippin' yola, lookin' like I'm cookin' f**in' eggs
Half my n***as doin' life, my other n***as dead
Rockin' vintage Icebergs with the Snoopy head
Bobby Fischer in the Fisker, you know the richer
Muzzle on the baby Tec, you can hear the bullets whisper
My pockets got more Sharks than the Shine State
New York mind state, check the Buffalo crime rate
Gas up on the hip in case you n***as trip
I run up on your whip and do some old Gangland sh**
On the real, n***as know the deal
[?] Phil bucket on Sugar Hill
n***as gettin' money, everybody worth a mil
Wipe my a** with a new hundred dollar bill, for real
[Scratches: Daringer]
Yo, half my n***as doin' life, my other n***as dead
You can hear the bullets whisper
What goes around comes around
Check the Buffalo crime rate
[Interlude]
Sayin' n***a rich, n***a rich
Dang, ain't that a b**h? Yeah, it's a b**h
Ya rich rich n***a, uh huh
Remember the name