2004 Freestyle
Peace, Peace yo, it's Westside Gunn Family
Feel good tonight man, I'm here man
I came a long way for this
Street Entertainment man, FNIC (What up)
Black Royalty man, Death Valley man
C'mon man, nah mean, it's all year
I'm on some '08 shit man
(This that feel good, right here)
Calico M110 a hundred rounds in it
Rose gold jewels on
Selling cracks every minute
Big niggas out screaming out "two for 15!"
Fishscales on the beam
Better dope than Grand Street
Watch dem niggas lean
Got for 32 on the scene machine out the beam
Flavor mocassins on 400 for the jeans
My man got shot next to me
Heard that shit sting
Retaliate with the wings
Hawks and Desert Eags
Got Woolrich peacoats with pumps
In the sleeves
Pull up in yellow beamers like
We fuckin' Latin Kings
Shootouts in Dewey Park
Left the Tech by the swing
Pay fees and throw cocktails
Heard your mom scream got goons by each door
You fuckers can't leave
I let the gat sing, MAC ring
I'm doing my thing thing
40 cal plus dope with no
Cut brought us more cream
Rock the Polo sweats
Techs staying up by the drawstrings scuffed
My bathing apes hopping over gates nah mean
Handling six-figure jig Desert Eagle
Twin The kid
Sprinting from a Mandela bid, vanilla Benz
Gucci lenses
Uzi vicious under Coogi trenches
Sick as Pyrex in kitchens
Well-invested riches
Jewelry glisten listen product
Kicks delicious
Cristian Diors, Colombian coke bitches
10K wrists and Bathing Ape slippers
Quarter to 8 whippers cake clippers
And hold TECs with pin triggers
15 a brick, hey yo 15's a lot
I swear I seen him flip
Barefaced to lick shit, invincible
Rose gold down on my dick, you despicable
Fast life the way we choose to live
Gold fronts laced with the ruby bridge
High school I wore Iceberg laced
With the Snoopy wig
Cops will chase us Razors with residue on it
We in the majors tricolor Jacobs
Yo, I'm too laced Versace got
Shot in his face wait, plate got shake on it
Fiends got great on it
Raekwon-ers display warnings
Shoot at the head honcho
Salvatore Ferragamo's lucky if you
Make it till tomorrow
Mclarens have em staring great
Your shit band was mere vanity appearance
You 12 to 8 I'm not sharing
Ain't no money like money
From heroin nigga nigga
It's fucking Westside gat man, FNIC
(You already know)
You nah mean, we on some '08 shit man
Westside Gunn story man nah mean
You already fuckin' know Black Royalty
Nah mean
S grill killing the fuckin' tracks man
Nah mean we fucking ahead of our time B
Just fuckin' listen man
Let that shit ride for a second man
