Hell on Earth, Pt. 2 Westside Gunn (Ft. Benny the Butcher & Conway the Machine)

[Intro: Westside Gunn]
FLYGOD
Ayo

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
Left the kitchen drenched, so much remixin', we vicious
Out in Oakland in the Rolls (Skrrt), might've been one of Felix's
Stuck with a dealer's mentality
Bricks on top of squares on the bed, we worth a God figure salary
Got the dope stench stuck in the walls, Dior goggles (Ah)
When I bag the dope, I'm reekin' of Creed
The gold bottle, drinkin' gold bottles, gun on my hip
I'm not a role model, bullets in the air, I'll make your soul follow (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom)
I win the lotto in Tulum, caught him in the shower
Beat him with a mop and broom (Ah), his chopper's in the locker room (Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot)
We doing operations, niggas left the zippers (Ah)
I'm in the X7, whole neck glitter (Skrrt)
A cold world make the TEC shiver (Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot), don't contest that (Ah)
I be at where you rest at
So many chains on, bitches askin' where my neck at (Where your neck at, nigga?)
The band on the Patek black, my nigga blew the trial
Heard he got max in the supermax, word is I'm diesel like Luger
Turned one to three and yelled "Hallelujah"

[Interlude: Sample]
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
We're going to see the king, ah, ah, ah