Royce Da 5'9" - Gov Ball lyrics

[Intro] What the f**'d I do? Diss a whole bunch of p**y-a** rappers? Well tell one of they p**y a** to link up with me then These n***as... Y'all think these n***as tough But I don't think these n***as real k**as I know what's goin' on [Verse 1: Westside Gunn] Ay yo These rap n***as at the governor ball I'm back in eight balls Spilled Perignon on my suede 'cause I had to tell that b**h, "Don't touch my Wades!" Lean by the pool $3K for the shades 100 round plumb at least five in your brain When bricks went on sale I was going insane My shooter said, "Look, you don't even gotta pay me I'ma shoot the f** n***a blocka for the fame" Still duckin' my third felony, I'm on skates f** the halfway house, I'd rather wait Three stands for some noodles and I'm straight Grizelle is the illest, no debate [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" & Westside Gunn & Both] While all these rap n***as at the governor ball I'm f**in' they broads Ay yo, these rap n***as at the governor ball I'm back in eight balls That n***a had to tell his boo Don't trust my ways Lean by the pool $3K for the shades These rap n***as at the governor ball I'm back in eight balls [Verse 2: Conway] Yeah Get you whacked it only cost a band Twenty shots, every bullet in that cartridge land My shooter been buggin' since n***as off'ed his man Lil' dirty n***a, type to piss and don't wash his hands Pink Bape hoodie, feel like the Harlem Cam n***as rap good about them bricks But never bought a gram Flow outta this world I'm the martian man Everyy shirt sell out in minutes Now that's a market plan, yeah If I reach it's for a weapon Release three in your chest And in peace you n***as restin' Leave n***as in sections Pieces of you left in the street n***a I'm more than a street n***a, you guessed it p**y, I'm never beefin' on a record I beat n***as to d**h That'll teach n***as a lesson Machine n***a Free all the real n***as locked [?] n***a One hundred shots in that magazine n***a [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" & Westside Gunn & Both] While all these rap n***as at the governor ball I'm f**in' they broads Ay yo, these rap n***as at the governor ball I'm back in eight balls That n***a had to tell his boo Don't trust my ways Lean by the pool $3K for the shades These rap n***as at the governor ball I'm back in eight balls [Verse 3: Royce Da 5'9"] Nickel We taking all comers Caking all summer They playing basketball We playing take they ball from 'em I'm in front of the stove wit' it Check the score, the Rolex is gold I'm going old Lexus Hov, sellin' blow Thuggin' for a purpose on my Pac sh** Ugly chain on purpose on my Nas sh** They pa**ing around Moet bottles, but I don't gossip All I do is real n***a sh** like a Wiggle and shake to get through my day And I don't a**ume I just been down and diggin' my crate And end up on the moon Once you hit a n***a in the eye They gon' change though Cause now they know the ribbon in the sky Ain't no rainbow I was born physically conflicted with Christ Though I'm God sent, I was sent through the light Though I was meant to only exist in the night There's only one of me I can easily imagine runnin' rap But I can't even fathom rap running me I guess you 'spect me to wear dress shoes And be hangin' with "Yes" dudes Or be wearin' leather chaps with the pants underneath Lookin' like half a f*g Bout to have a gla** of "flat tummy tea" Tell your wife chill out with the retweets And the waist trainers, grab a washcloth Follow Alicia Keys, make her face plainer She may just stay saner, I may just pull up in the wraith Where she play and just David Blaine her [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" & Westside Gunn & Both] While all these rap n***as at the governor ball I'm f**in' they broads Ay yo, these rap n***as at the governor ball I'm back in eight balls That n***a had to tell his boo Don't trust my ways Lean by the pool $3K for the shades These rap n***as at the governor ball I'm back in eight balls