[Intro: Westside Gunn]
Ayo
Ayo
[Verse 1: Westside Gunn & Conway]
Nicer than anybody you say the nicest
Nigga heard the 30 years and turned righteous
Sly doing four lives where niggas knifing
Ever since FLYGOD, these niggas biting
Drug deals got me on the hills
Baking, bagging up, watching Bishop shoot Steel
Close your mouth, you know the deal
You know the real, youngin' in Atlanta
Made a quarter mil', posted on Del
Me and West back and forth, steel sharpens steel
My nigga growing grey hairs, he lost his third appeal
Graduated to 100 bricks, he was a dropout
Gianni, majors in silk, I'm eating chophouse
[Break: Styles P]
From Buffalo to YO
Ride out
[Verse 2: Styles P]
If it's gangster, just consider him
Cross, empty shot, from the laces to the fitted brim
It's across the border, we can get it in
Don't make the deal if he shaking and jittering
Shoot him, pick up all of the cases, we ain't littering
Grass, cause it's snakes in the grass, and they slithering
Fangs and the venom, you can see the whip in a fit
But this nigga still bang in his denim
I know a couple goons got some change that I sent 'em (I know)
Made my bones all alone, holding chrome
Saying poems in the zone
Where they pop you in the dome and watch your mouth foam
And get the plug number out your phone
And next is invasion in your home
(You know this, yeah)
Do as Romans when in Rome (yeah)
But I'm Hannibal from Carthage
And I like cartilage
So you ain't gonna make it on your own
What nigga!
Ayo
Ayo
[Verse 1: Westside Gunn & Conway]
Nicer than anybody you say the nicest
Nigga heard the 30 years and turned righteous
Sly doing four lives where niggas knifing
Ever since FLYGOD, these niggas biting
Drug deals got me on the hills
Baking, bagging up, watching Bishop shoot Steel
Close your mouth, you know the deal
You know the real, youngin' in Atlanta
Made a quarter mil', posted on Del
Me and West back and forth, steel sharpens steel
My nigga growing grey hairs, he lost his third appeal
Graduated to 100 bricks, he was a dropout
Gianni, majors in silk, I'm eating chophouse
[Break: Styles P]
From Buffalo to YO
Ride out
[Verse 2: Styles P]
If it's gangster, just consider him
Cross, empty shot, from the laces to the fitted brim
It's across the border, we can get it in
Don't make the deal if he shaking and jittering
Shoot him, pick up all of the cases, we ain't littering
Grass, cause it's snakes in the grass, and they slithering
Fangs and the venom, you can see the whip in a fit
But this nigga still bang in his denim
I know a couple goons got some change that I sent 'em (I know)
Made my bones all alone, holding chrome
Saying poems in the zone
Where they pop you in the dome and watch your mouth foam
And get the plug number out your phone
And next is invasion in your home
(You know this, yeah)
Do as Romans when in Rome (yeah)
But I'm Hannibal from Carthage
And I like cartilage
So you ain't gonna make it on your own
What nigga!
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