Realest* Westside Gunn (Ft. Stove God Cooks)

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[Verse 1: Stove God Cooks]
We've remade one, uh, ah
Bitches tell me I'm the realest (Realest)
Illest, Michelle killin' shit
Cocaine billin' shit (Hahaha)
Stars is on the ceiling
Hungry niggas give me the ick (I do)
You can't really race, almost done, you could wait (Yeah)
I mean it took a while to cook through all this weight
I mean they, blew that boys brains out, they still ain't gettin' the safest (Woo)
Safe to say, you niggas can't walk with it (Woo)

[Chorus: Stove God Cooks]
I can't picture life with no money
Once you gеt the wire, we'll gеt money
I can't picture life with no money
[...]

[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]
Yeah-yeah
Machine cost three bust downs, but it's plain (Mmm)
Never got a median petty on the plane (Uh-uh)
If you too was all in Ukraine (Mmm)
Should've bought booty hide with the wool grain (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot, skrrt)
We pulled up on your block with the thing from Hoodways (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot, skrrt)
Lose your circle, bitch you the boot, hood wait (Agh)
Runnin' through the projects, police in the maze (Mmm)
Whip one to three, in the cuali, your maze (Whip)
It'll look like a basement model (Whip), I just look again (Agh)
Appear when you took again, be so persuasive
Sleepin' on PJ, revenge on the blanket
Fucked your bitch, pussy so trash, I had to fake it
My niggas shooters rockin' Gucci socks, in the Salehe Crocs
From half-court, with the baby Glock (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
And this gun, oh Lord, maybe or maybe not (Ah)