GODS Don't Bleed - Westside Gunn, Jadakiss, Benny the Butcher

Aye, I’m, I’m ready for whatever, nigga

Butcher, yeah, ok

Yep, just like that

Uh huh, Griselda, nigga

Yo, uh

Even the FBI said the squad was violent

They labeled us young, wild, and homicidal

But hustlers treat my last shit like it’s some kind of Bible

'Cause I drove with my last brick in a Honda Pilot

Missing fathers, he never got his guidance

Got in the game, and never got to get his input when I decided

It’s not surprising, niggas not as nice as Griselda

And I’m as bright as my elders, Off-White at Coachella

How you on parole with a curfew and some beef?

Don’t shit where you eat, the first rule of the streets

And depending what I’m paying, I could send 'em where you laying

Body snatcher jumping out the Renault with it in his hand

Had to take a few trips just to kick it with my man

Like did he give us what I’m planned, I guess I’m filling up the van, uh

Bring it back in bales but distribute it in grams

Conversations in the cell, where most criminals advance

Let’s backtrack, had my first daughter with my first wife

Bought my first quarter, caught my first stripe

Set up by a nigga, I served twice

He got picked up, then he bitched up, like he was 'bout to serve life

I turn dope to dollars, how you explain that?

Straight facts, blood on the money when it got paid back

You know them hustlers who sling packs

I’m tying with them same cats in case I gotta get my name back

All them nights I had to pray for this, they gon' pay for this

No mistaking it, got a safe with no more space in it

We put it on tracks, these rappers copy and pasting it

Take Belichick playbook and still won’t be the Patriots

Y’all shocked, I’m out your league by a long shot

My team gave the city smoke like cigar shops, damn

They tryna get my man what Saddam got

Say my name and wake these niggas up like alarm clocks

Niggas run away and they hide, saying New York’s full (they hiding)

Didn’t say his grace and he died his first forkful

Nigga that ain’t got no pride is unlawful (uh huh)

Things that he partakes in are done forceful

Dudes that get down like that get done awful (awful)

Pull his razor out on sight and come across you

Adrenaline rush make him do it with no remorse too (uh)

You would do it too, but you know how much it would cost you (you know)

I’m in the left lane, tryna see how much that the Porsche do (ha)

Do a lot of thinking, so you can say that I’m thoughtful (yeah)

We ain’t got a corkscrew?

Fuck it, just push the cork through (push it through)

Yeah, then pour everybody a glass, bitch (everybody)

The objective at the end is for everybody to stash it (get money)

The grip is in his arm mean everybody the blast (blast)

And fall back so everybody can pass

Ask me, and I’ma tell you that everybody is trash (trash)

I rolled them Backs, I sold them packs (uh huh)

Started with the girl, never should have showed him smack (these niggas)

Made it through the hate, they couldn’t even hold him back (wire)

Told 'em everything else, you should have told 'em that (haha)

Nigga, now they even saying you did it, or they saw you (uh huh)

Ain’t no more niggas committed to the morals (uh uh)

They should get bullets, double digits in they orals

Stay the fuck out of these streets, they ain’t for you, nigga

Brr, ayo, MAC with the serial scratched (brr)

Acne Studio bucket hat stuffed with cracks, 12 12 lumberjacks

My city drug infested, cherry Cayman Ss (skr)

Four in the baby stretchers, Supreme vest and leathers over baby Hecklers (ah)

.40 issue nickel, hit you close range twice (boom boom boom)

Advisory Board Crystals, Prestos Off-White

First over at the Albright, fiends knocking all night

Niggas like «Who that right there,» they seen the Porsche lights

Extendo hanging out the passenger, it caused a massacre

(Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot)

Stick with the dumbbell drum, black as Africa

Bullets raining, Stella umbrellas, now they jealous

Read the same book but didn’t understand the message

Drop beamers, Issey Miyake seats

The opps obsolete, Chanel mask in the robbery

The feds eye on me, I pour some rose gold

Drive bys, I let the roach go (skr), still cop big Gabana boatloads

I’m so appalled the coke never came back

Mr. Goyard Mozart, my shooter need a nose job (boom boom boom boom boom)

Left his brains up on these New York, check the chalkboard

The Eiffel on the postcard, peace God, peace God

God is the greatest, we can never be free