Freestyle

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Ayo, that big damn Gucci display
 My biggest trumps screamin' murder
 Spiegel cover posters with the burn, I guess farmers stand on a block
 Biggest Trump you ever seen on us
 Politic and million dollar lickstickers
 Louis Vuitton jumpers on them, Lord, Ben's waggin' niggas
 Lord and Teller fly down to Carol Wevers
 Rockin' dinner plates, Gucci links on them, Fendi Moccasins from 88s
 Pushin' Lexus GS, yo
 Jesus, peace, love, a law issue
 Coke stores, a Porsche I score for
 Glamorous out-of-state matches that we lambish
 Chanel sofa, a hundred grand Ryker carrier, sir
 My empire, designer flyer, tired mire
 Macy racking facts for my line-up
 Pushin' the Aston Martin, rockin' some guest scammers
 Playin' chess, the best of cream, champagne spiller
 Illest unseamed, swing like Nasim
 Marvelous skin, the sharpest of the torture
 Our body, you're honest with llamas, Elijah, analyzer
 Al-Qaeda, the siding, if my knife busts
 Neiman Marcus, the heat is sparkin', reload my conscious
 Fake niggas get targeted, rockin' generic, Jesus, peace
 Charge, runnin' with carrots
 Handle a handgun, stretch lands and hands, Jansport
 Cut out what harness, got what no teeth said, pullin' coke
 Makin' my nose bleed, my cold D's, my A-likes, send a kite over night
 I'm rollin' dice, hold a fisherman's knife
 In case they wanna take my life
 I rock with flavor, nights uptowns
 With cherry straps and Carrie Gatsburg
 Very slacks, that's in my cracks, I'm unstoppable
 Gonna pop you, layin' on a cot
 Readin' Qurans, the flyest nigga, till I'm dead and gone, yo
 Sly Union and I rule this block music
 Hang out with drug dealers and glock users
 Lord, the flyest, whole night stuck, hoppin' out of Ben's trucks with
 Big Jury on the clay board
 Sax, Fifth Avenue, Minx on suck, it's time to get this paper
 Got my money at the street labor
 I'm so dope for Connecticut, fuck the white bitch
 Rockin' some sketchy kicks
 Pushin' a Lexus 6, takin' the heat to the Mars, pray to Allah
 Come out, dump at your car, skid on, step to some shit
 Fucked up my clock, spittin' these thoughts, style is the illest
 Rhymes is vicious, you not fuckin' with this shit
 SK's a murrier, Glock's you and your bitch lit
 Every time you think about Gunn, you think of this shit, son
 Fly, nigga, rockin', fatigued, distributed crack, I spillin' shit at
 Militaries issued to get, I fuck with Bravo and Dillon just shat
 Box cutter and machine, go black, treated it tame, he's baggy
 Mosie, then rockin' a dochi linen, Dutchies to roll my spinach
 All of my gems exquisite, keepin' a load of biscuit
 Buying the wagon for the mistress, Kuji dressin' Asia, my princess
 Gully is hinchin', big Jews, triple X, no face
 We laced, this playin' great
 Goin' out of state, coppin' the sticks
 This is a life of a drug dealer
 Hundred grand figures, fake niggas when you hit your lip in the villa
 You know your man sauce in the black tour, set my can doors
 Fuck up with fam, now they payin' for it, tip willin' fields
 Holdin' Dillon just willin' to kill
 Fake Major League niggas ain't real
 I rockin' uptowns, keep a clip so I can bust off rounds for a pound
 Sippin' Henny rounds, I put my semi down
 Chanel flavor, mocks rockin' gazelles
 Too many fake niggas out, I can hardly tell when that's word
 And that's you, nigga
 It's fuckin' Westside Gunn, FNIC
 You already know Street Entertainment
 PSEC you too, man, I ain't forget about your family
 

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Duration
03:29
Key
6
Tempo
167 BPM

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