Shower Shoe Lords Westside Gunn (Ft. Benny the Butcher)

[Intro]
His spirit moving
His presence ever near
That's how I know he's real
In my heart I feel
That's how I know that God is real
Yeah, what's more, you—

[Bridge]
I hear it in my sleep sometimes
See, I can see the sound of my glow—
Rhyme nice—

[Chorus: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, I never gave a fuck, never will
Hit him eighteen times, he did the windmill (Brrt)
My nigga wrote me, said he heard I'm out here killin' shit
I put a grand on his books (FLYGOD)

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, Madonna sucking Basquiat dick up in the spot
Hundred round drums, fuck around and get chopped
Starin' at the turquoise Marilyn
Told my little nigga bag twenties, how imperative
Forty in the jawn undercovers, the 'caine doin' numbers
Lose my work whippin', I'll leave your brains in the oven
Splash paint on my Christopher Kane jumper
Crash the Mulsanne, I copped the plane last summer
The watch plain Jane, but it still cost sixty
Ran up in the spot, stole base, Ken Griffey
Blood-stained Persians, wide body's got curtains
TEC just jammed, I just left it, shit worthless
In the law library, tryin' to get time off
Prayin' five times a day, tryin' to get five off
Crush Doritos on this wheat rice and turkey, lord
I wore my boots to the shower, razor tucked in my jaw