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[Conway the Machine]
Griselda
Yeah
Shit you cook up a brick to
Cocaine paradise, nigga (They know who the illest nigga doin' this shit)
Look

[Conway the Machine]
I pulled up in that wraith, the interior on some red and white shit (Hah)
This for them niggas still eatin' while duckin' Fed indictments
Backwood full of pressure, with Melec, I needed Dread's enlightenment (Roll up)
I get through whatever crisis, I used to peddle white shit (Talk to 'em)
Yeah, told the connect I need some better prices
I cashed out on eleven twice, it's like my bread is righteous (My bread is good, papi)
You violate, you put your head in vice grip
If it's smoke, no, we can't rectify shit, we shoot FNs 'til you dead and lifeless (Brr)
Plug sent a box, I told him expedite it
I just opened up another trap, you see how many jobs I just provided? (Hahahahaha)
You not a boss, homie, you just a sidekick
Step inside, it's Machine, niggas start buggin' out, my gun on some pesticide shit (Pssh, pssh, pssh)
Couple niggas died from your set, but you ain't never slidin'
I'm just warmin' up, I'm merely excersizin'
And I just decided (Hah), I'm the new king of this shit, feel I'm the best since '96 (Woo)
Used to have no electric, now my shows electrifyin' (Hah)
Niggas postin' all these cars, don't post no paperwork (What that paperwork, nigga?)
I'm from May Block, that's how you know my Draco work (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Niggas get shitbagged, zipper on stomach, staple work (Hold that, pussy)
We already know you bitch, so we gon' raise your skirt (You pussy, nigga)
My young bitch pussy taste like Sprite, she said, "Obey your thirst" (Hahahahaha)
I act a fool in that pussy like it's April 1st (I beat that shit)
Back on that Nash shit and not the one that played with Dirk (Big Nash)
I do the shootin', before rap, I sold yayo first (Brr), Machine, bitch

[Benny the Butcher]
I stayed alert, my gang down to tangle, bangers put stains on shirts (Brr)
You ain't a shooter, nigga, you Ben Simmons, the J don't work (Uh-huh)
With the Draco, I'm like Jose Canseco, the way I played in dirt
I made it work (Nigga), before I slid home, I lined the bases first
Shame on her, can't compare bags with my bitch if it ain't no Birk' (That ain't it)
This ain't no smirk, rap niggas call me Mr. Make-You-Change-Your-Verse
Was in both lanes 'til I jumped out the dope game, but maintained the perks
Angels perched on project buildings where killers get halos earned (Damn)
Top execs know what my label worth, my name next to my date of birth
On the contract, cost seven figures, but eight with merch (Money)
Before your record deal, you was gangster first? Ain't no way on Earth (Pussy)
Parade and lurk in Hellcats and Trackhawks like we playin' Dirt
After we snatch a piece of this game by doin' shit classically
On behalf of me, it's gon' be murals by Mirò Napoli
Off a half a key, I live lavishly, money came rapidly (Real shit though, real shit)
When the dope fiends come and spend cash with me, they call me "Your Majesty"
In prison, was the youngest (Youngest), that's how I did it, I learned the business from the hustlers
Crazy (I did), I knew the most, but still, I was the humblest
I talk heavy shit, nigga, get a plunger (Hahahaha)
You don't know shit about countin' a quarter mil' in hundreds, gettin' a feelin' in your stomach
Feel like Lebron in Miami, tryna bring one home for the family (For family)
I did it, but had to leave to come back to do it, but y'all don't hear me (You don't hear me)
Better tell them niggas, this time I'm ready, Gucci with Kevlar in it (I'm ready this time, nigga)
You fuckin' punks won't get another run until Griselda finish, the Butcher

[Westside Gunn]
Ayo, my nigga said he just seen fifteen with the stamp (Ah)
My only thought was, "We ain't over there yet" (True story)
Without that PSI, we ain't bool at all (Uh-uh)
So what, he out with his family, nigga? Shoot 'em all (Brr, ah, shoot 'em all)
Shoot 'em all (Brr, ah, shoot 'em all), shoot 'em all (Ah, shoot 'em all)
The kids walk in the door, fuckin' shoot 'em all (Brr, ah, shoot 'em all)
We took his whole locker, had him under pressure (Ah)
They just offered my nigga thirty, not a second lesser (Ah)
We buried Shay and Cutter got knocked the same day (Free Cutter)
So when it come to a fuck nigga, I don't play (Uh-huh)
Two hundred rounds (Brr), shit, you know the name (Brr)
S to the E, shit, you know the gang (You know the gang)
Everybody with me locked and loaded (Boom, boom, boom)
My OG just came home, that nigga money-moded (Ah)
Balsa wood, it wasn't good, but I resold it (I resold it)
You lookin' good in the foreign 'til they repo'd it (Skrrt, 'til they repo'd it)
Me and Shots had just built, I told him, "Keep goin'" (Keep goin')
Niggas hopin' I fall, they better keep hopin' (Fuck them niggas)
Shit, I should've smoked (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, should've smoked)
Shit, I should've smoked (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, should've smoked)

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