(scribing atm)
[Chorus: Stove God Cooks]
(Uh)
Feds kicked the door, this the realest sh*t I never wrote
Baby mama sped up in the Benz screaming 'Let 'em go'
Killed my young ni**a, was the realest one I ever known (Killed my-)
Feds kicked the door, this the realest sh*t I never wrote
This the realest sh*t I never wrote
Sun shining on my black skin
Still got the birds going crazy, I'm tapped in
We was all broke, passеd tense
Now we dancе, Bricks, Hermes alligator jacket, The Mac 10 (This the realest sh*t I never wrote)
[Verse 1: AZ]
Young, black and belligerent
Back in them tenements
Backtracking my innocence
Crack was the genesis, G-packs and Guinness's
Max on the premises
All I envision is stacks when I reminisce
In the mix is mood swings, you do things
Chasing cheddar, better lace your shoe strings
Few scheme, others hate, In other states
Your circle wrong, cases form another shape
Off the blake [?] look what [?] my depressant with my mother eye's, I come alive
Undenied, is GOAT status, the most [?]
From old habits, I wrote classics, so graphic
Lost Phil, they killed Will, Paul dead, [?]
Low-res, picture blurry, peep the obituary
To fu*k the world, you gotta switch it for missionary
[Chorus: Stove God Cooks]
Feds kicked the door, this the realest sh*t I never wrote
Baby mama sped up in the Benz screaming 'Let 'em go'
Killed my young ni**a, was the realest one I ever known (Killed my-)
Feds kicked the door, this the realest sh*t I never wrote
This the realest sh*t I never wrote
Sun shining on my black skin
Still got the birds going crazy, I'm tapped in
We was all broke, passed tense
Now we dance, Bricks, Hermes alligator jacket, The Mac 10 (This the realest sh*t I never wrote)
[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]
Made 2 fiends smack box, whoever won got a fifty (Ah)