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Westside Gunn

Over Gold

 

Over Gold

(álbum: FLYGOD - 2016)


[Mayhem Lauren:]
Yeah, yeah
Uh, the flyest niggas in the world
The flyest niggas in the world

Yo, yo
Tri-colored Cubans, yellow-white rose
Savage with a package, leave the whole block froze
My posse aims, Versace frames
Freshest rebels, precious metals, we not for games
Cocaine connects get stretched, I'm not stressed
Fox fur covered, Kevlar my next vest
I'm on the Van Wyck ditty-bopping
My new tape has got the city popping
Flooded Jesus piece under the white tee
Greg "The Hammer" Valentine, that's the white me
Casually remove the top, I'm in the right V
Painting pictures like I'm Spike Lee
The brown and tan Coogi got me looking like a Chips Ahoy
Half my wrist is like a brick a boy, uh
All we do is get this money and chill
Peace, Queens niggas, RIP Wilt, we in the building

[Westside Gunn:]
Ayo, Lord forgive me, uh
For putting two in his chimney, uh
His shit flew like a frisbee, uh
Cobra checks on the black Geigers
Tongue hanging out, shooting the.30 thought I was Michael
I ain't gon' lie I never liked you
I would've wiped your nose for free
Erased your name from the Bible
Kids will knife you, uh
Take your commissary bags, I'm mad
He ain't even have no mackerels
My dealer's pitching like the Nationals
I know some judges they don't give a fuck what you do, they maxing you
Phillip Lim brims, Bishop 40 Below Tim Jims
Leave your brains in the wind
Counterfeit Tim's will you get you broke jaws and stems
Got way more money than friends
The black Whitey Bulger, I want your money now or I'ma smoke ya
Coke prices like a roller coaster

Donald Green was a man who had already been convicted of murder and was spending what should've been the rest of his life in the Attica prison. And then he was later shifted to a downstate prison facility, which was even more secure, known as Shawangunk and even though he was in this prison facility he was continuing to run a drug organization using the prison telephones

Free Sly Green, they gave him four lifes

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