Bobby Rhude Westside Gunn (Ft. Estee Nack)

[Intro: Estee Nack & Westside Gunn]
Brra (Woah)
Griselda
The glory
Brra
Brra, son (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Estee Nack]
Before our very eyes, the heroin game became somethin' else
Somethin' for wealth, whip the work and leave hunnids of welts
It hurts when your friends become addicts and don't want any help (Man)
Rest in peace my nigga that died with his gun in his belt
We tried and tested (Spin out here)
Mind detect the mind, my destiny, makе the right investments
Bitchеs see me and askin' all kind of questions
Teflon vest (Fuck outta here), shorty in designer dresses
She buggin' out all the time, stressed (Damn, mama)
Fuck if I'm impressed with you lil' niggas, minor flexes (Fuck outta here)
Sign the checks and then fly to Texas, shining necklace
Two or three shits, my name and rank is too prestigious (I'm the God)
I'm never fallin' off or runnin' out of gas reason (Never)
Niggas eager to do me like Judas'll do to Jesus (Uh-huh)
Brutus was backstabbed, his best friend Julius Caesar
The empire rise and fall (Niggas is snakes)
Taught a few niggas who legends now how to ball (That's a fact)
The thought of livin' luxury, had us by the balls (Adlibs)
Came a long way from beatin' Percocet fiends in the alley with Tylenols