Headlines (feat. Westside Gunn, Conway & Benny)

Okay yeah
 You know what's up nigga
 "My team, living this American dream"
 Not a fucking game, nigga
 Machine bitch, Griselda, DJ Premier
 (You no know this you no know this) look
 I don't beef on the internet, I approach you
 I ain't shooting five with a nigga, I gotta smoke you
 My dog said his box just landed he got his load through
 Drive by music, this shit he can pop his toast to
 His chopper smoke and it adios you
 My buzz bi-coastal, took the game over like I'm supposed to
 I'm in position you cannot get close to
 I got shot in my throat still got four classics at my disposal
 And the bitches admire my ways, I was wildin' inside of a cage
 Now I set fire to stage
 Every verse recited is wave and I ain't writing a page
 Hardest nigga out 'til I lie in my grave
 Cook the white up in the microwave
 You at work trying to get holiday pay, I'm on an island for days
 Getting money like Big Meech '06
 This Griselda, DJ Preemo shit, motherfucker
 Ayo, rich Lord, poor Lord, read the Headlines
 '04 me and 'Chine Gun was packing dimes
 Coke spot I had at least hundred and a line
 Sell another brick and we coppin twin fives
 Ayo, out in Daytona, Rolex Daytona
 Fiend hit it once, fell out into a coma
 John Elliot, MAC-10s out the Rover
 Might shoot 32 times for the culture
 Niggas baggin' boy rockin' loverboy
 Undercover neighbor turn the oven on
 It only had two bodies, I put another on
 We sold a thousand bricks after summer gone
 Drive-in, the 45 with the potato lie in the right hand
 Dyin', first them burglars flew on the high end
 The prices won't drop unless you buy ten
 Hopped out the Lamborghini Urus, it's like God fish
 In my cell reminiscing when I used to time pitch
 The rhyme sick, K in the
 How you doin'? FlyGod
 Same shit
 Bigger bag, cocaine kill a man with the dealer tag
 Ayo, rich Lord, poor Lord, read the Headlines
 '04 me and 'Chine Gun was packing dimes
 Coke spot I had at least hundred and a line
 Sell another brick and we copping twin fives
 I skip town with the money, my bitch the accountant
 You ever try to board a plane with a brick in your outfit
 You know I work hands-on, had to sit in them houses
 Learned from real drug dealers, not from internet browsing
 Who cooked the food in the kitchen that they fill in they mouth with
 They had the West like Deion when he split with the Falcons
 Look at me and see a vision of Malcolm, slightly grinning
 But as long as we keep winning, I can live with the outcome
 Drake had Rihanna, Mike had Madonna
 But I just drove a few bricks through the Carolinas
 It's true that they underestimate you when you're modest
 So I'm fronting on them every chance I get to be honest, nigga
 Ask about Griselda they tell you we the hottest
 Flip whatever I can sell ya 'cause failure won't be an option
 Yeah, I sowed a block together like a seamstress
 And I lived to rap about it on some Preem shit
 Ayo, rich Lord, poor Lord, read the Headlines
 '04 me and Chine Gun was packing dimes
 Coke spot I had at least hundred and a line
 Sell another brick and we copping twin fives