Draymond - Westside Gunn/Stove God Cooks.mp3

[00:11.921] With the right, I shake a millionaire's hand, with the left, I serve a junkie
[00:15.391] Walked the line, a lavish life of crime, remember them times
[00:18.104] I had a bunkie on the tier, now my signature a souvenir (Haha)
[00:21.547] B*****s wanna hang, bringin' me neck like I got nooses near (Uh)
[00:24.545] My shit is hypnotic, when I spit it, they got stupid stares (Yeah, yeah)
[00:27.672] Bought they lies quickly and minimize when the truth appear
[00:30.757] They say this shit a gamblе, you live your life in casinos (What)
[00:33.645] Death is at thе door, I shoot the reaper through the peep hole (Blap, blap, blap)
[00:36.854] I see no equal, I play the game on hard, don't need no cheat code (Nah)
[00:40.263] It's easier to scam than flip a kilo (Yeah)
[00:42.569] Dirt all over the C-notes, keep the clean stack separate (Uh-uh)
[00:46.056] For the record, I'm wreckin' shit, natural scrap that's effortless (Yeah)
[00:49.213] Made to murder shit like a .38 Special is, the specialist
[00:53.112] I heard your new shit, I'm less than impressed with it (Shit trash)
[00:55.309] All the fools under my shoe, I'm settin' the precedent
[00:58.453] They overdose, it's fentanyl in the pills when they pressin' it (Ayo)
[01:01.864] I had to spear the c*****e pot like Roman Reigns (Ah)
[01:04.839] Don't get your chain popped, you know the name
[01:07.081] You light as a raindrop, I'm on Biscayne
[01:09.522] Rolls-Royce, no top before the fame (Skrrt)
[01:11.607] Two hundred with factory diamonds, three hundred for the plain (Ah)
[01:15.070] You can never compare
[01:16.514] Your shit wouldn't add up, my mathematics is rare
[01:19.765] Bob Backlund and Flair, MAC clappin', beware (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
[01:22.898] Trash bag with the potatoes in the front, no air (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
[01:26.397] We praisin' both, after every body, we raise a toast
[01:29.279] To the one they hate the most
[01:30.660] Went to the lot, got the Wraith and Ghost
[01:32.613] My shooter had to sniff an eighth of coke to cope
[01:35.496] Shit hurt when you gotta put your family in the scope (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
[01:38.232] I had to pray over the work (We had to pray over the bricks)
[01:41.340] We was drownin' in that water whip, niggas had to surf (Yeah)
[01:44.415] To a kilo from the dirt (God)
[01:45.776] Runnin' from the RICO, I still had perico on my shirt
[01:48.852] Eleven hundred for an ounce, twenty thousand for a verse
[01:52.005] Chopper made his shoulder jerk
[01:53.784] Smell of money in the air on the fifteenth and the first
[01:56.624] That bein' broke shit was a curse, I done killed your favorite rapper
[01:59.792] Got a body in the trunk, we bangin' Esco in the hearse (We bangin' Esco in the hearse)
[02:02.772] She got the TEC inside the purse, the big Telfar, I used to sell hard
[02:06.456] The Bally belt on, the yayo god
[02:08.540] You still owe the plug, I just pay him off
[02:12.557] It's what you do after the brick, b***h, I'm Draymond