7:30 - Smoke DZA, Benny the Butcher, Westside Gunn

Statik Selektah

Ayo, fuck these niggas, Lord

Ayo, I don’t give a fuck about none of these niggas

Ayo, I’m nothing less than impeccable

Hanging out the car, king, I let the Desert blow

My VLONE, Ricky Kilos

Coaching my shooters like Rick Pitino, neck lit up like Reno (grr)

Seven days, ten bodies, that’s a slow week

I don’t wanna talk unless it’s whole keys

Over scales I prayed, weighing a flake

Bought three phones this year, nigga, I’m straight

Courtside, Timberlake’s on, across from Drake

Still a new nigga but I’m one of the greats

I motivate niggas who’s starter was please get off 'em, I did

Jackboys' eyes all on my wrist

I’d rather catch a body than you taking my shit (boom boom boom boom boom)

Factual, live from the murder capital, king of an actual

Don’t give a fuck, nigga, my time, they vaginal

This for my day one niggas eating mackerel

This for my niggas getting mail everyday

My niggas still dropping bodies, still heavy with yay

My main niggas been down, been fucked up since

So I’ma get up on this Statik and talk all of my shit

I’m out to get it, it’s a stick up

All these motherfuckers been patiently waiting

I’m out to get it, Westside been had it locked, bitch

I’m out to get it, you feel something sweet, go get your heat and your peeps

And find your body parts on the street

Nigga, Westside

Ayo, Flygod classic, Glock on me blast it

Last nigga that tried to rob me, turned to ashes

Black Waverunners, got the straps on the suede jumpers

Pina colada i8, the yay pumper

Audemar, Lord, fuck the time, my wrist a nigga house

Why had to kill 'em, I had to figure out

I guess jealousy prevails

That’s why I keep my third eye open on the scale

Why the nigga chain so big?

Your neck frail

Used to lay up on the couch, reading wifey mail

I can tell, the hate getting stronger and stronger

You used to fuck with me, now my bread getting longer

Tryna compare me to the niggas I birthed

They only sell the vinyls, nigga, check out my worth

Be you, I’d rather jump off a bridge first

Carry a man?

I’d rather carry my kids first

I’m out to get it, it’s a stick up

All these motherfuckers been patiently waiting

I’m out to get it, Westside been had it locked, bitch

I’m out to get it, you feel something sweet, go get your heat and your peeps

And find your body parts on the street

Nigga, Westside

Nigga, Westside