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[Intro: Keisha Plum]
Bow our heads, let us pray
Thou shall still not fuck with the Flygod
Who else has done what he has?
Fuckin' God risen from the Buffalo slums
Griselda gang, let them other niggas hang
Easter eggs finessed with rubies and gold
Keisha Plum, giving you the greatest story never told
Pastry poochie, wild as David Ruffin on coke, dripping in Gucci
It's Gunday, eat these words and die
Surprise surprise, she's still the illest poet alive
[Bridge: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, (boom!) Ayo fuck these niggas yo, (boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!) aye yo
'Fuck about (grrrdt!) none of these niggas, yo (Grrrrddddttt! boom boom boom boom boom!)
Luxurious fly shit (doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot!)
[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, infatuated by KAWS paintings and laws waiting
Medusa on the saucer scrapin'
I be the flyest nigga ever, mirror mirror
Off-White biker leather, yo, Superman all on my sweater yo
Warhol with the gloves on, turn the stove on
Money green, DB10's, you never drove with
I had the fiends on the block singing "West that nigga"
Yay dealer, J Dilla, 50 on both wrists's, coke whippers
Chanel bags for both of my bitches, peace (peace!)
Sold dope for ten years straight
Dog sniff the readymade bag then fainted
Readymade frogman leaping over basics
Your favorite rapper a lil nigga, let's face it
Know it, NYC apron like I'm baking, Lord
The chain cost thirty, thirty did 'em dirty
You fuckers ain't worthy, Lord
I do shit like, cop a new whip when I'm bored
Griselda Records nigga, see the scale and the sword
Griselda Records nigga, it's the fuckin' almighty
Used to camp in the line, now I'm getting boxes from Nike (ow!)
Shoutout the Flygod's by Nike
Shout out to Chris from Play Cloths
I just might paint the Wraith gold
Face blown off, one shot though (Boom!)
Hop in the Ghost and ghost, (skrr) Gucci goes for show
Free my nigga A, free my nigga Sos (Free my niggas)
God, why you take [?] so soon? (so soon)
Why you take him so soon Lord?
God, why you take 'Chine Gun so soon? (so soon)
He never made it to twenty-five (twenty-five)
They never made it to twenty-five (twenty-five)
They never made it to twenty-five (twenty-five)
Why you took my nigga so soon?
Why you took him so soon?
[Intro: Keisha Plum]
Bow our heads, let us pray
Thou shall still not fuck with the Flygod
Who else has done what he has?
Fuckin' God risen from the Buffalo slums
Griselda gang, let them other niggas hang
Easter eggs finessed with rubies and gold
Keisha Plum, giving you the greatest story never told
Pastry poochie, wild as David Ruffin on coke, dripping in Gucci
It's Gunday, eat these words and die
Surprise surprise, she's still the illest poet alive
[Bridge: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, (boom!) Ayo fuck these niggas yo, (boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!) aye yo
'Fuck about (grrrdt!) none of these niggas, yo (Grrrrddddttt! boom boom boom boom boom!)
Luxurious fly shit (doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot!)
[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, infatuated by KAWS paintings and laws waiting
Medusa on the saucer scrapin'
I be the flyest nigga ever, mirror mirror
Off-White biker leather, yo, Superman all on my sweater yo
Warhol with the gloves on, turn the stove on
Money green, DB10's, you never drove with
I had the fiends on the block singing "West that nigga"
Yay dealer, J Dilla, 50 on both wrists's, coke whippers
Chanel bags for both of my bitches, peace (peace!)
Sold dope for ten years straight
Dog sniff the readymade bag then fainted
Readymade frogman leaping over basics
Your favorite rapper a lil nigga, let's face it
Know it, NYC apron like I'm baking, Lord
The chain cost thirty, thirty did 'em dirty
You fuckers ain't worthy, Lord
I do shit like, cop a new whip when I'm bored
Griselda Records nigga, see the scale and the sword
Griselda Records nigga, it's the fuckin' almighty
Used to camp in the line, now I'm getting boxes from Nike (ow!)
Shoutout the Flygod's by Nike
Shout out to Chris from Play Cloths
I just might paint the Wraith gold
Face blown off, one shot though (Boom!)
Hop in the Ghost and ghost, (skrr) Gucci goes for show
Free my nigga A, free my nigga Sos (Free my niggas)
God, why you take [?] so soon? (so soon)
Why you take him so soon Lord?
God, why you take 'Chine Gun so soon? (so soon)
He never made it to twenty-five (twenty-five)
They never made it to twenty-five (twenty-five)
They never made it to twenty-five (twenty-five)
Why you took my nigga so soon?
Why you took him so soon?
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