[Verse 1: Stove God Cooks]
Uh, ha, uh
I just opened up the window to heaven
Took the elevator, .257
We so high, we look over the weather
Drought over one, I get to sellin'
Bust the plastic open, let's see the flex
Dropped the baking soda, see what it take
I'mma make that bitch stretch like she wakin' up
Can't mingle with 'em, I just ain't fake enough
I ain't take it all, give it thirty-six then I make it more
You ain't makin' noise, we the onе's with the motion, lil' bitch
I'm the one out hеre whole-selling bricks (Grrt)

[Chorus: Westside Gunn]
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