Govenor Ball - Royce 5'9, Westside Gunn, Conway

What the fuck’d I do?

Diss a whole bunch of pussy ass rappers?

Well tell one of they pussy ass to link up with me then, man

These niggas, y’all think these niggas tough (boom boom boom boom boom boom

boom!)

But I don’t think these niggas real killas

I know what’s goin' on

Ay yo

These rap niggas at the governor ball

I’m baggin' eight balls

Spilled Perignon on my suede Kaws

I had to tell that bitch, «Don't touch my waves!»

Layin' by the pool, $ 3K for the shades

100 round drum release five in your brain

When bricks went on sale I was going insane

My shooter said, «Lord, you don’t even gotta pay me

I’ma shoot the fuck nigga block up for the fame»

Still duckin' my third felony, I’m on skates

Fuck the halfway house, I’d rather wait

Three stamps for some noodles and I’m straight

Griselda is the illest, no debate

While all these rap niggas at the governor ball

I’m fuckin' they broads

Ay yo, these rap niggas at the governor ball

I’m baggin' eight balls

That nigga had to tell his boo

Don’t trust my ways

Laying by the pool

$ 3K for the shades

These rap niggas at the governor ball

I’m baggin' eight balls

Yeah

Get you whacked it only cost a band

Twenty shots, every bullet in that cartridge land

My shooter been buggin' since niggas off’ed his man

Lil' dirty nigga, type to piss and don’t wash his hands

Pink Bape hoodie, feel like the Harlem Cam

Niggas rap good about them bricks

But never bought a gram

Flow outta this world

I’m the martian man

Every shirt sell out in minutes

Now that’s a market plan, yeah

If I reach it’s for a weapon

Release three in your chest

And in peace you niggas restin'

Leave niggas in sections

Pieces of you left in the street nigga

I’m more than a street nigga, you guessed it

Pussy, I’m never beefin' on a record

I beat niggas to death

That’ll teach niggas a lesson

Machine nigga

Free all the real niggas locked I’m a king nigga

One hundred shots in that magazine nigga

While all these rap niggas at the governor ball

I’m fuckin' they broads

Ay yo, these rap niggas at the governor ball

I’m baggin' eight balls

That nigga had to tell his boo

Don’t trust my ways

Laying by the pool

$ 3K for the shades

These rap niggas at the governor ball

I’m baggin' eight balls

Nigga

We taking all comers

Caking all summer

They playing basketball

We playing take they ball from 'em

I’m in front of the stove wit' it

Check the score, the Rolex is gold

I’m going old Lexus Hov, sellin' blow

Thuggin' for a purpose on my Pac shit

Ugly chain on purpose on my Nas shit

They passing around Moet bottles, but I don’t gossip

All I do is real nigga shit like a

Wiggle and shake to get through my day

And I don’t assume

I just been down and diggin' my crate

And end up on the moon

Once you hit a nigga in the eye

They gon' change though

Cause now they know the ribbon in the sky

Ain’t no rainbow

I was born physically conflicted with Christ

Though I’m God sent, I was sent through the light

Though I was meant to only exist in the night

There’s only one of me

I can easily imagine runnin' rap

But I can’t even fathom rap running me

I guess you 'spect me to wear dress shoes

And be hangin' with YesJulz

Or be wearin' leather pants with the chaps underneath

Lookin' like half a fag

Bout to have a glass of «flat tummy tea»

Tell your wife chill out with the retweets

And the waist trainers, grab a washcloth

Follow Alicia Keys, make her face plainer

She may just stay saner, I may just roll up in the Wraith

Where she play and just David Blaine her

While all these rap niggas at the governor ball

I’m fuckin' they broads

Ay yo, these rap niggas at the governor ball

I’m baggin' eight balls

That nigga had to tell his boo

Don’t trust my ways

Laying by the pool

$ 3K for the shades

These rap niggas at the governor ball

I’m baggin' eight balls