Rixh Lord Poor Lord - Westside Gunn, Vast Air

Yo, watch my spit, that’s liver flow, you should go

Go ask Pompeii, they oughta know

Buried in ash, spent my nights buried in ash

I’m a pharaoh, so you know I’m buried with cash

My tomb is the train for the soul

My rap bars are solid gold

My real thoughts elusive, you can’t hold

My real shapes are morphish, you can’t mold

My kung fu is the centipede vs. the toad

That’s five deadly, I’m sure brothers could ride medleys

And when you go apeshit, I’ll go yeti

The Abominable Snowman who walks heavy

That’s not part of the program, sir, don’t cross me

Sucka

Camel Supreme trench, we rich

Bricks is 40 plus, we lush

My 3 shooters all dust

At the mess, spilt 94 on the tux

Aston Martin parade this spraying

Lit his ass up like Vegas

Pistol whipped him with the Trey Pound 'til he braindead

Bitches say I’m gorgey, yellow Porsche

Pulled up on your block, topped out, bum-bum-bum-bum-bum with the 40

All my lil niggas got a body or two

If I wasn’t a god, then I’d probably be you

I got the baddest bitch you’d ever seen tying my shoe

Waved the TEC out to call a blink and not shoot

Thousand dollars for one shoe

Thousand dollars for one shoe

Thousand dollars for one shoe

Thousand dollars for one shoe

Ayo, barely on the shooter

Wall in the alley, pushing the caddy out in Cali (Skrr)

Do your foul, hang a nigga from the beach bridge

Pay them for lease case

They getting kinky, 15, he started smiling

We wilin', we wilin'

Griselda by Fashion Rebels