2017 BET Hip Hop Awards - Digital Cypher BET (Ft. Benny the Butcher, Conway the Machine, Griselda, WESTSIDE BOOGIE & Westside Gunn)
[Verse 1: WESTSIDE BOOGIE]
Yo
It's Shady, I been ducking shade all night
When you blind-sighted by life, it ain’t no fade on sight
A empty convo with a bitch I know I ain't gon' wife
And she keep askin' what's my take on life
Like I'm gon' talk about my fight against the worst system
Or hurt niggas that build castles and burn bridges
I'd rather talk about when bitches say "get turnt" with 'im
I smoke you out then I don't fuck and that's a burnt mission
I'm Tim Duncan with the still face, we kill in the spur of the moment
Mm, to cover up all this hurt that I'm showin'
You should know the oven on so don't you have that hand out
[?] kitchen, how that trapping shit gon' pan out
Hold up, let me cook
Yo, I say, yo
I'm a ratchet and an activist, I'm [?] Kaepernick
I slap a nigga [?] show you that I'm brackin'
These rappers finna drown to get they stream on
We use a physical copy to roll our weed on
Police on us, man, I knew I shouldn't turn here by the po-po, uh
I knew I should've came to this shit solo, uh
It's fuckin' with my spirit, where my glow go? Uh
That's what I get for fuckin' with the bro, bro, in Compton
With a freak, she keep talkin' 'bout I'm cheap
'Cause there's gold in my heart and I can't offer her a piece
Ironic that I eat inside the belly of the beast
Black man, Black man, think we finna be extinct
Let me get up on my cheap pillows 'cause windows shuttin'
There ain't no room, man, this shit so cluttered
I'm like, "Don't utter out my name 'less you talkin' 'bout the best
You keep lookin' at my skin, this ain't ordinary flesh
It's God body, God body," whoa
Yo
It's Shady, I been ducking shade all night
When you blind-sighted by life, it ain’t no fade on sight
A empty convo with a bitch I know I ain't gon' wife
And she keep askin' what's my take on life
Like I'm gon' talk about my fight against the worst system
Or hurt niggas that build castles and burn bridges
I'd rather talk about when bitches say "get turnt" with 'im
I smoke you out then I don't fuck and that's a burnt mission
I'm Tim Duncan with the still face, we kill in the spur of the moment
Mm, to cover up all this hurt that I'm showin'
You should know the oven on so don't you have that hand out
[?] kitchen, how that trapping shit gon' pan out
Hold up, let me cook
Yo, I say, yo
I'm a ratchet and an activist, I'm [?] Kaepernick
I slap a nigga [?] show you that I'm brackin'
These rappers finna drown to get they stream on
We use a physical copy to roll our weed on
Police on us, man, I knew I shouldn't turn here by the po-po, uh
I knew I should've came to this shit solo, uh
It's fuckin' with my spirit, where my glow go? Uh
That's what I get for fuckin' with the bro, bro, in Compton
With a freak, she keep talkin' 'bout I'm cheap
'Cause there's gold in my heart and I can't offer her a piece
Ironic that I eat inside the belly of the beast
Black man, Black man, think we finna be extinct
Let me get up on my cheap pillows 'cause windows shuttin'
There ain't no room, man, this shit so cluttered
I'm like, "Don't utter out my name 'less you talkin' 'bout the best
You keep lookin' at my skin, this ain't ordinary flesh
It's God body, God body," whoa
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