If I Ruled the World ’15 Hall & Nash

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Look, I feel like I'm the grimiest nigga ever
Iron in the Dsquared leather, fire it at whoever
Retire niggas forever, swiss cheese 'em and six-feet 'em
We don't play fair, we fifth squeezin', it's blick season (Brrt)
Wear a vest, we air TECs
Hollows tear flesh, or I'll pistol-whip you to a near death (Cap)
Fuck who saw it, I could care less
I'm Prince of Bel-Air fresh, I came up gettin' money on that stair set (For real)
Thirty shells pop (cap), get ya bell rocked (Brrt)
Shells in ya top, I got this shit well-locked (Uh)
Respected by the killers and niggas that sell blocks (Okay)
Leave ya finger in ya mother's fuckin' mailbox (Hahahaha)
Look, I gotta be a savage
Pop the chopper, you see fire on the nozzle of it flashin'
My young boy shot more niggas than you could possibly imagine (Uh)
Call it Hell on Earth, nigga—Prodigy and Havoc (Haah)

[Chorus: Westside Gunn]
If I ruled the world
I let the rat niggas rot and let the real niggas free
If I ruled the world
I take it back to '05 when coke prices was eighteen a key
If I ruled the world
I rock the high top Griseldas with the alligator straps that cost a G
If I ruled the world
I keep a loaded MAC on me 'cause everybody gon' wanna be me (Brrrrrt)