BLVK TAR - Westside Gunn, Sean Price

God is the greatest, we could never be friends

The Lord is my shepherd, my vest is sheep skin

Cannon bark, hammer spark, open casket

Bastard dressed like Shannon Sharpe, uh

P hardly shoot, I’m well loved, I tell thugs to do things for loot

Boss in the hood, don’t get lost in the hood

Break North, my niggas take off with your goods

Heat in your space, hot shot seeking a place to rest at

Sket clap and scrap meat off your face

A quarter ounce of shake in the 'Ville get you killed

Grilled as porterhouse steak

Black nigga with the Eagle evil

Jack Tripper at the Regal Beagle

The 9 convince you

To take off your Nikes and like cement shoes

Phenomenal whipping, we hopped in the Benzes

Let’s chop in the kitchen, go shopping at Lenox

Lord rocking some Moschino vintage we did it

The Izod gator on the waiter

Push the Cayenne’s in France

MAC-10 on me, who wanna dance?

Clip hangin' down the Pucci pant leg

My shit is legendary, stylin' majority

The .44 Bulldog belong in your mouth

Your shit get blown off

10 Deep rocking 10 Deep

Officially the flyest nigga I know is me

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peoples at the Eagle said he looking for Roberto

The Maybach was Merlot

Tommy Hill still had the steel on him

When Bishop shot Steel

My rich amilli?

steal, ill

Tom Ford all black, I’m in a fuck nigga' bushes

Thousand boxes of baking soda for the cooked goods

Yayo residue on my resume

Ayo Keke take these five bricks on Desiree

Wait up, soufflet’ing the yay straight up

Black Tar stars, papi on the call log

Sir Lord West

Legendary shit