Peppas (feat. Black Star)

Don't take this ass whippin' personally
 Conductor, we have a problem
 Conductor, we have a problem, conductor
 Don't wait for her, man, don't-
 Inkwell elegant, more medicine
 Bey, Bey, Bey
 Inkwell elegant, more medicine miracle
 Past due perennials, point it's Ivan the Terrible
 Graveyard footfall, sound God bury site
 Batman, Earth slam, Joker to the tanzanite
 Matte-black dynamite, blast radius, black radio
 Core capability, Flacko facility
 Fly guy, do or die, Bed-Stuy energy
 Semper fi, B-E-Y
 These hoes hilarious, the cardiac serious
 Cartier tank top, blow the central bank up
 It's all where your bank's chucked, nah, baby, it ain't luck
 Days without a way, we prayed, then we made one
 See that God graced us with flavors and fountains
 X amount of mountains, X amount of X amount, it's countless
 Your wizard is a fraud, what you afraid for?
 Saw a lot of thunder, no rainfall
 Keynote considered glowin', get the geometrics, true and living
 The stars of the story got him movin' different
 Goofy niggas, the hate be in they genes like it's they true religion
 If it isn't love, it must be New Edition
 Flygods, nah, we don't believe in superstitious
 Superman to man, see through the system with my super vision
 Powerful, the spirit'll grab it like tabernacle
 The voice of the people keep it deeper than an Adam's apple
 Yeah, even more than before
 I said what I said 'cause I saw what I saw
 Son swore he ain't the boys, but always callin' the law
 It got him actin' unhinged like a door on the floor
 Yeah, I'm never silent, always speakin' up
 Personally, I find that you cowardly niggas weak as fuck
 When justice, no peace too much, could never be enough
 Louder than the bomb, but we turnin' up 'til the speakers bust
 Living on the road, Mama framing my tour posters
 Stay away from these industry agents, they all vultures
 We breakin' up these toys 'cause they faker than small soldiers
 I don't know why they do it, but it can't be for the culture
 Claimin' La Costra Nostra, we in love with the coca
 They hit niggas with the R.I.C.O., AP comported in cola
 A generational wealth, they standin' on they ancestor's shoulders
 Have to burn it down, Tulsa, Oklahoma
 Ayo, Goyard messenger hangin' off the shoulder
 Layin' on the bunk, screamin', "Three for his sofa"
 In three mans cells rockin' three man
 Catch you in the shower, nigga, keep playin'
 My shit feel like it's Illmatic again
 My favorite fiend went to rehab
 Two weeks later, he was back a addict again
 He was three dollars short, had to drag him from the Benz wagon again (skrrt, ah)
 He crashed it, bought another toy
 He did a George Jeff Loverboy
 Everybody know my dean, burnt clean (ah)
 Fendi sweatpants, got the MAC on the drawstring
 My nigga hit me just to say he got the biggest lock in Orleans
 I had the 38 at 14
 Eric got a poncho, blanco
 So much coke, he had to get the baking soda from Costco's
 My shooter sniffin' coke like Jon Bones (sniff)
 Dried colored chicken with the Toms on
 Get your helluva mind blown (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
 Your stylist picked it out with the eyes closed, Gucci highs with the rhinestones (woo)
 When you see the red wagon, you know it's happenin' (skrrt)
 Desert in a done heel, niggas know what's brackin' (ah)
 Red soles on the Loubs, I'm a show assassin (ah)
 Hopped out at Carbone, all the cameras flashin'
 Hopped out at Carbone, all the bitches grabbin' (woo)
 Bitches love the Flygod, all these niggas cappin' (woo)
 LV snapback with the Crips that's backwards (ah)
 Flygod
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 Westside Gunn watching from the front row over there
 Like you said, Excalibur, hip-hop royalty in the house here tonight on Rampage
 Both inside and outside the ring (look at him, he's texting me right now)
 He wants some advice on his career
 Yeah, how to, how to, how to kick people