[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
Slow down, West, you k**in' 'em
Same n***a used to rock Fed tans and Timberlands
Same n***a used to have dope that made 'em lean
Shootouts in Dewey Park, left his brains on the swing
[Verse 2: Conway]
Respected by brick-movers and shell-bussas
Nicer than everbody on the last three XXL covers
Mix the champagne with the dark
My brain way smart
Balmains, the suede Fieg Clarks
[Verse 3: Westside Gunn]
Kel-Tec hangin' out the Corvette / Shot his whole block
Black Boost match the MAC-11 by the dope spot
CDG hearts on the flip-flops, while I play the yacht, Akh
[Verse 4: Conway]
n***as let they gun bust on my block
Started witta half / From a half to a ounce
To a big, to a 9, to a split / in a drought, n***a
My cooker whip that sh** till his wrist sore
I'm lookin' like a brick in the Kith store
[Verse 5: Westside Gunn]
Money got me changin', I was on the block slangin'
Prps, cherry red Buscemis lock swangin'
No skimask, we held sh** up, you know what up
The Audi cost a buck, doin' a buck
Hunting shells 'a rip his guts
[Verse 6: Conway]
f** n***a, we aim and bang toast
I snuffed ya favorite rapper, his little angel chains broke
The plug daughter callin' me La Machina
Shot him in the hall, blew his brains on the Basquiat
[Verse 7: Westside Gunn]
Ayo
All ya n***as talkin' like you gettin' money
But y'all n***as' all broke yo
f** you, f** you, and f** you
I put the barrel in ya throat, yo
f** n***as can' tell me sh**, I made a quater off 'a dope, n***a
Sneak diss and I'll send a few shooters at ya muthaf**in' show, n***a
[Outro: Conway]
Beleedat, n***a
Click, clack, boom, SE Gang, n***a
f** outta here, n***a
Hall and Nash, n***a