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Westside Gunn

1989

 

1989

(álbum: And Then You Pray For Me - 2023)


[DJ Drama:]
Every other city we go
Every other ghetto
No matter where I go
I see the same foes

[Westside Gunn:]
Ayo, we can meet at Carbone, meet me at the Aria
Hundred round Glock on me (Gangsta), look wrong, I'm popping you (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Three piece Salvatore, looking like the Mafia
Wrist cost twenty bricks, neck like a hockey puck
Hopped out the Maybach (Skrrt), then did a walk-up (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Every bad bitch in my city, I done fucked 'em (Ah)
I'm the flyest you done ever seen, nigga, fuck you
Body bag on top of body bag, nigga, Russia (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Hustler in my veins, learned the game from Uncle Bacon (Ah)
Central Park legend, cheffing in Versace aprons (Whip)
Rest in peace Dip, lil' bitch, I'm the shit (Ah)
Rest in peace Munch, having gecko for lunch (Grr)
Rest in peace Pete, park the Benz in the street (Skrrt)
Rest in peace Boo, got shooters on the roof (Grr)
Rest in peace Joe, richest nigga in the low (Ah)
Bricks got hit, then stamped on it off the boat (Mmm)
I heard them niggas telling, my niggas present
Hit his ass with a buckshot (Boom, boom, boom), that nigga yelling
Smiling on my mugshot (Mmm), two-time felon
Bullets went clean through (Boom, boom, boom), now we stretching

[Stove God Cooks:]
One thousand (One thousand)
One thousand (One thousand)
Thirty-six ounces, I turned up in public housing
Thirty-six ounces, rich in public housing

I might shoot the Rolls-Royce through your block (I might shoot the Rolls through your block)
I might shoot the Maybach through your block (I might shoot the Maybach through your block, Gangsta)
I might have young boy come fuck it (Brrt, baow, baow)

One thousand (Brrt, baow, baow, baow, baow, woo)
Uh, one thousand (One thousand)
Smiling on the fed cameras (On the fed cameras)
Rest in peace Will, we still smiling at the fed cameras
Thirty-six ounces (Woo)
Had my mama calling my phone like (Woo)
"This shit gotta stop one day" (Woo)
If ain't no switch on it, that ain't gunplay (Brr, baow, baow, baow, baow)
I might drop a hundred bricks on your block (A hundred)
I might have a hundred shooters on your block
You know me and my niggas really rich, do you not?

One thousand (One thousand)
One thousand
Thirty-six ounces, I turned up in public housing (I turned it up)
Thirty-six ounces, bricks in public housing (I turned it up)

I might shoot the Rolls-Royce through your block (Keep goin')
I might shoot the Maybach through your block (Real shit)
I might have young boy come fuck it (Brrt, baow, baow, baow)
Say a prayer for me, Stove

[DJ Drama:]
Gangsta Grizills
"And Then You Pray For Me"
Lord knows I need it
Demons on my shoulders
Demons in the streets
Demons in my sheets
None of y'all can stop godbody
Trials and tribulations only make me stronger
We built for this
Nigga, we built it
Been preaching to the streets forever
Legendary

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