[Intro: DJ Drama & Westside Gunn]
(Conductor)
Welcome to the new Golden Era (Grr, yo-yo)
This that Purple Tape mixed with codeine vibes (Grr, ayo)
Imagine getting Murder Was The Case in the Slum Village
Return of the Boom Bap with two million on the wrist
DJ Drama
[Verse 1: Westside Gunn & DJ Drama]
Ayo, Tom Brown sellin' sum' surrounded by drug paraphernalia
I dare you to step to the god you been failin' (Ah, I dare you)
Peace to all my niggas live from the East (Peace god)
Why they called (Gangsta)
You don't gotta bust fifteen
Throwin' ace's, I'm steppin' on your shit
Chrome automatic and don't forget the switch (Hold up)
Gotta spin the block on you niggas
Gun hollеr at me
Ayo, ain't nobody fresher, that's word to Mohammеd
Brains everywhere on the wall, go get some Comet
Back to back Dom Perignon, I bought the ramen
Hangin' out the all-red Ghost with the chopstick
Everything I see you niggas in, I never rocked it
Bet the lil' vest burn a hole through your pocket
I ain't se them out three years, nigga stop it
Shake that shit, bitch, shake it then drop it, man (Shake!)
I'm the man, I'm the lord of all lords
Tom Ford on, plus it smell like Tom Ford, fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Put the .40 in your jaw, I'm a maniac
Couple million on the floor
Ain't nobody fuckin' with the Fendi overall
Pumped out a peg leg, yeah I'm meant to show it off
Yeah I'm Mr. Run Up On You Broad Day And Blow It Off
Yeah I'm Mr. Send A Dummy Pack Through To Throw 'Em Off
(Conductor)
Welcome to the new Golden Era (Grr, yo-yo)
This that Purple Tape mixed with codeine vibes (Grr, ayo)
Imagine getting Murder Was The Case in the Slum Village
Return of the Boom Bap with two million on the wrist
DJ Drama
[Verse 1: Westside Gunn & DJ Drama]
Ayo, Tom Brown sellin' sum' surrounded by drug paraphernalia
I dare you to step to the god you been failin' (Ah, I dare you)
Peace to all my niggas live from the East (Peace god)
Why they called (Gangsta)
You don't gotta bust fifteen
Throwin' ace's, I'm steppin' on your shit
Chrome automatic and don't forget the switch (Hold up)
Gotta spin the block on you niggas
Gun hollеr at me
Ayo, ain't nobody fresher, that's word to Mohammеd
Brains everywhere on the wall, go get some Comet
Back to back Dom Perignon, I bought the ramen
Hangin' out the all-red Ghost with the chopstick
Everything I see you niggas in, I never rocked it
Bet the lil' vest burn a hole through your pocket
I ain't se them out three years, nigga stop it
Shake that shit, bitch, shake it then drop it, man (Shake!)
I'm the man, I'm the lord of all lords
Tom Ford on, plus it smell like Tom Ford, fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Put the .40 in your jaw, I'm a maniac
Couple million on the floor
Ain't nobody fuckin' with the Fendi overall
Pumped out a peg leg, yeah I'm meant to show it off
Yeah I'm Mr. Run Up On You Broad Day And Blow It Off
Yeah I'm Mr. Send A Dummy Pack Through To Throw 'Em Off
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