Slow down, West, you killin' 'em Same nigga used to rock Fed tans and Timberlands Same nigga used to have dope that make 'em lean Shootouts in Dewey Park, left his brains on the swing Respected by brick-movers and shell-busters Nicer than everybody on the last three XXL covers Mix the champagne with the dark My brain way smart, Balmains, the suede Fieg Clarks Kel-Tec hangin' out the Corvette, shot his whole block Black Boost match the MAC-11 by the dope spot CDG hearts on the flip-flops, while I play the yacht, akh Niggas let they gun bust on my block Started with a half, from a half to a ounce To a big to a nine to a split in a drought, nigga My cooker whip that shit till his wrist sore (Whip) I'm lookin' like a brick in the KITH store Ayo, money got me changin', I was on the block slangin' PRPs, cherry red Buscemis lock swangin' No ski-mask, we held shit up, you know what up The Audi cost a buck, doin' a buck, hunting shells'll rip your guts Fuck nigga, we aim and bang toast I snuffed ya favorite rapper, his little angel chains broke, nigga The plug daughter callin' me La Máquina Shot him in the hall, blew his brains on the Basquiat Ayo, all ya niggas talkin' like you gettin' money But y'all niggas' all broke, yo (Hah, you niggas hurting, man) Fuck you, fuck you and fuck you I put the barrel in ya throat, yo (Talkin 'bout you, nigga, yeah) Fuck niggas can't tell me shit I made a quarter off of dope, nigga (Hah, you see it, nigga) Sneak diss and I'll send A few shooters at ya muh'fuckin' show, nigga (Brrrr) Believe that, nigga Click, clack, boom, SE Gang, nigga Griselda by Fashion Rebels Fuck outta here, nigga Hall & Nash, nigga, yeah