Westside Gunn, CONWAY THE MACHINE, The Alchemist - Ray Mysterio

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Turn Judas for them Yeezy Season 3s\nThe pump’s in the sleeves, don’t make a nigga reach\nCoke look bleach, pots and forks by the sink\nBusted duct tape, that shit stink (Shit stink, nigga)\nSame night off for a week\nOff-White collab, the MAC hangin' out the Lambo Jeep (Brrr)\nIf you slip, I better catch yo' ass\nGave you 32 real fast (Real fast)\nMy nigga this Hall and Nash\nThe imperial\nEverything we shoot got no serials\nThis fly shit through your stereos\nCoke flip like Ray Mysterio (Now Listen)\nYou fuck niggas don’t hear me though\nThis that Fashion Avenue flow\nGet it like Tuna in Blow, and then we blow\n(They can’t do nothin' but respect us) (Ow! Ow! Ow!)\n(Man listen, we got EmpresSil)\nTie it to the blood clot (Betta watch yo' head)\nLook, name a rapper that’s half as ill that can match the skill that’s half as\nreal\nNiggas be sayin «Con you have to chill»\n'Cause I be spazzin' still, I swear these sucka niggas weird\nRap is good, but I will clap 'em still and fuck up my career\nI ain’t worried 'bout a jail, don’t give a fuck about them years\nWilin' 'til I get the needle or I fuckin' get the chair\nYou got a blicky, but you pussy niggas bust it out of fear\nMy shooter in fatigues, shotty like he huntin' for a deer, yeah (Boom, boom)\nRun down on you and fire twice\nThe bullet wound lookin' like a lion bite\nBullets lookin' like a half a stick of dynamite\nI was buyin' guns when you other niggas was buyin' Nikes\nRhymer like Esco when the '90s flow raw as a line of white\nI beat your favorite rapper with an iron pipe (Okay)\nIn the winter, fly to LA, where the climate right\nFuckin' the kinda hoes you’ll never fuck in your entire life (Hahaha)\nVersace belt just to tuck the ratchet (Uh-huh)\nYou can smell the piss on them bricks before I bust the plastic (Okay)\nShooters lurkin' for you, they in fuckin' traffic (They lurkin')\nThey won’t rest until they put you in a fuckin' casket, ugh! (Brrr)\nYou had to really, really do something to get killed\nLet’s take it right on on\nYou said good for what?\nBottom line (Bottom line)\nWord up\nIt’s a whole different world\nThe fuck is that?\nFuck you talkin' 'bout?\nSo you won’t be seen on the album\nIt gon' get loud\nProbably ain’t got no record player anyway