'08 Shit - Westside Gunn

N****s feel?

cos this shit real fam

Only cop work if its white, or if its real tan

Sixteen in the clip and one in the chamber

Now you hit screaming like a bitch, I thought you was gangster

Laid out bleeding on your kicks dog, my clap is official

Leave the house without your banger, that’s when they get you

Yo lord my third eye shine bright, blinding your sight

You ain’t seen this much crime in your life son

It’s real out in these fields, every night a n**** get killed

I’m outside a club waving a steel, you get your shit peeled

Running up on mine, just cos you got a problem with the kid

Get at the end of something, cos it’s a long line

Field boot, Carhartt brown, conceal the four pound

Let me know if it’s going down, we can get it on right now

(Let's do it)

Two guns up I’m wylin' 'til my days is up

Attacking on shit, trying to fill them cages up

N****s up north will blaze you in the yard, get your face cut

Don’t make me have to run in your cage, you fake fucks

Get your safe touched, I’m straight to the H2 dealer

To spend that cake up, then I’m murking off in that grey truck

Twenty fours and screens in it, watching Casino with the team in it

We?

spinners, getting high, I’m looking fly

Jeans cost five hundred, there’s five guns in the trunk

Try your luck and get fucked up, what?

Gucci aviator glasses, Evisu fabrics, blowing a ratchet

Put a hole in you bastards, for practice

Told you homeboy, I’m no average

Try to reach my status and get denied access

Come home on that jail shit, I’ll put a bullet in your helmet

Finish you will send you to hell quick word, this Street Entertainment

You can’t stop us dawg, what you think them choppers for?

(WESTSIDE GUNN)

I’m like sports seventy sliding coupes off the melody

Salam lord, still on the run from a felony

I sold drugs more than half my life, jewellery on

I make n****s wanna snatch my ice, word life

We got Lex coupes and Beamers over here

Pin trigger MACs, bulletproof ask Premier

Handling nines, banana hammers out son tan five

Incline-line Cartiers for the summertime

Le Tigre polos on, three Sixties in a caesar

Big Cuban links looking like we crazy on

Medallion swing, you’re peepin' 'em lord

Breathing through a ski-mask, killing my own peoples to get cash

Fuck 'em, ride through your 'hood in a Beamer wag' yo

Keep the upstate style, fuck Cristal, we drink Henny straight

And turn Sly Green wild, million dollar deals on tables

Canary face Jesus, swinging off a rose-gold cable

Politickin' on OT money, I think Ohio next

Cutter just crashed the E-Class, I think I drive the Lex

Rolex money since eighteen

Having model bitches titties out while they cooking up burn clean

Trump Plaza,?

Evisu sagger

Doing in your Birk' handbagger, crack bags filled with fishscale

I do twenty-five to life, as long as I’m rich in jail, A-yo

I hold an automatic, these streets where I’m from it’s heartless

Plus I like big jewels, and y’all n****s starving

Le Roy ?, throwing money out a Porsche

Colourful stones watching Al Capone getting tortured

Drug dealers, cash rule n**** we the illest alive

A bunch of fly killers holding up nines

I’m used to, standing on the block all day with dimes

Salute to blowing up and pushing Q45s

Peace lord, Bentley is all, take the ARs on tour

And?

see the?

for pure, big chains on just bravado I ain’t a God

Since the days with the four, loaded MAC just in case it turned war

Body died forty shots and I’m look at the board

Since that thirty dollar double-up hustling in front of the store

Word boot in your door, Jesus piece flooded galore

Chrome eight-hundred shot his whole face off