Coke on the Mirror Hall & Nash

[Intro]
(Griselda, by Fashion Rebels)

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn & Conway the Machine]
Loaded MAC hangin' from the chandelier
Nigga told on his people, he couldn't stand them years
Black got thirty for a big eight
Real stand-up nigga, spit in a pig's face
Audi R8 with the top missin'
Air Max, Scott Pippens, I was pot-whippin'
Show park ticket next to gold pots
Me, West, and Benny—we the old LOX
Show me where the money at
Shotgun pellets where your stomach at
Left his brains on the countertop
Ugh, flew to Cali for the sour crop
Pigalle pullover reek of fishscale
S.E. the gang, you know the clique well
Shit fucked up, they got El Chapo
Ugh, bricks of boy comin' from Morocco
Mix the dope with the yola pack
G ridin' through your hood with the loaded MAC
KG9s with the red beam
Lock you in the scope, shootin' from the mezzanine, huh
We the hardest in New York State
So much work made the Pyrex break (Huh)
Bodies on the MAC 90
Bar Harbor where you might find me
In the kitchen with the strap close
Mix the milk with the oils for the lactose
Giuseppe's with the gold bars, stars
Gettin' bales off the fuckin' boat