Never Coming Homme

(álbum: Hitler Wears Hermes II - 2015)

[High Fashion P:]
Chasing Ferraris, but these Russian bitches is chasing Bulgari
This ain't a game of Sorry, it's the game of Life
And you don't get three strikes or no nine lifes
But the strike to your face is so vicious like the cat did before he had rice
White eyes, we split them keys boy, white pies

[Westside Gunn:]
All this wax got me feeling so high
Givenchy plaid got me looking so fly
$3000 for the kicks, on the cot still thinking of flipping bricks
Wave the Heckler out the Tesla
So much dope, Pyrex couldn't measure
Fiends 'round the motherfucking bando
Doors up on the four door Lambo
I sold my soul for a thousand plates
If they ain't see our face then we fucking straight

[Tionna D:]
Me and you ain't the same, nigga, I got mine the hard way
I got fiends in the hallway, this enough to get us in four way
If the Feds come and get us, we ain't never coming home
[No, no, no, no, no]
If the Feds come and get us, we ain't never coming home

[Westside Gunn:]
Ferragamo shades at night, Cavalli smelling like china white
Jesus piece is laying on the Ferra', God
Phillip Lim bucket on bagging hard
Going fishing off the fucking yacht
Back the fuck back or you getting shot
I'm from a city where there's false hope
Pistol whip the nigga 'til his jaw broke

[Tionna D:]
Me and you ain't the same, nigga, I got mine the hard way
I got fiends in the hallway, this enough to get us in four way
If the Feds come and get us, we ain't never coming home
(No, no, no, no, no)
If the Feds come and get us, we ain't never coming home