Land O'Lakes

(альбом: Everybody Is F.O.O.D. - 2018)

[Conway:]
Yeah...
Yeah, hahaha
This shit is effortless, nigga
Let me see what I got

Look, the shooter snort a gram of flake, shit was Land O'Lake
Bandana on face, blamming at ya nanna place (BOOM BOOM BOOM!)
Hold the K with the banana straight
And if your life don't end, at least a limb they'll have to amputate
Uh, kick ya down door, and demand ya cake
Bell's palsy, but bitches still love my handsome face
Conway, this shit is like Deontay Wilder versus a Bantamweight
I'll beat you 'til one of my hands'll break
Bricks from the cartel, stamped with the naked lady
Drum on the F&H'll wake ya baby
You hear the classic shit I'm making lately
Ain't it crazy, the kid with the twisted face the new face of Shady
White Bentley trucks, guts was blue suede
Shit was all bulletproof like Luke Cage
Bitches tell me I'm the new wave
On Westmont Nickels I'm eating New Wave
My joy roll niggas ride with two K's
Get rid of a few bodies, dug a few graves
I hit the club and pop a few Spades
I'm getting pussy like Uncle Luke in his 2 Live Crew days
She can't suck this dick again if she ain't swallow
Uh, kilo chain, Cartier goggles
Uh, how you talking money when ya chain's hollow?
I blow ya heart out of your body, then your brain follow
West my brother, gotta get through me to get to him
Gotta get through me before you get to Em
Ain't drop an album yet, already 'bout to hit a M
It's getting spooky for these rappers, shit is getting grim
I'm from a hood where bodying shit is a must
Now I'm up, bad bitches like Rihanna what I lust
Uh, you better off paying homage, you know what's up
I'm taking the league by a storm like Giannis for the Bucks, ah

[Busta Rhymes:]
Yo, prepare for the massacre (KILL!)
Driver and (KILL!) passenger
No prisoners this year, somebody call the medical examiner
Complicate your cardiovascular, it's the ambassador
I'm sledgehammering niggas 'fore I throw 'em over the banister
And stuffing every body part up inside of a small canister
Instead of Jeru, they call me (I HATE YOU!) the Damaja
And while we here, look lil homie, handle ya business bruh
(I'm NOT YA FUCKIN' FRIEND!) we can be cool after I'm finish, bruh
Completely different sides of the spectrum, see what the distance does
Separate the dealers from the fiends, go 'head and sniff the drugs
Two types of different human beings bleeding different bloods
Ignite the sickest bud
Leaving 'em laying right where the witness was
Way the Gods'll fuck shit up, niggas calling me religious thug (HA!)
How I broke shit up, niggas'll spaz the way the bitches bug
And the whip [?] and they compliments it
Then they compliments me because I let 'em live to DOCUMENT IT!
Uh huh, yeah (THE TOPIC IS TOO TOXIC)
I'm lock'in it down with the boom bap, it's so hard for me to stop it
(HA!) Nigga, change bitch (HA!), I change (HA!) the game quick (HA! HA!)
Y'all say the same shit (HA!)
Y'all look like the same flick, same prick
How you getting bread when ya pitching on the same strip? Strange clique (HA!)
No need to frown y'all go down on the same chick (HA!), brain sick
It keeps calling my name that type hunger I undergo
Bus-a-Bus up in this bitch, got beat sounding like herd of BUFFALO