55 & a Half - Westside Gunn

Broke niggas on the block, chip in on one bag

Get caught, no lawyer money now you lookin' all so sad

My nigga didn’t take the plea, then he went out bad

Nigga still got enough, 55 and a half

Ayo, I had the Ford GT

Makin' money, money don’t make me

The four pound no safety

These bullets will ruin your life, my nigga I’m nice

Havin' visions of Sean Price, filet mignon with my fried rice

Now I’m the greatest on site

I’m as dope as it get

Smack shit out you rappers and whoever you with

(«G») xFR, yola spinnin' in the mayo jar

I’m nasty, dick sucks from Nicki and Ashley

I’m on the yacht eatin' crab meat

Keep the K on the back seat, first nigga in the Jag Jeep

Broke niggas on the block, chip in on one bag

Get caught, no lawyer money now you lookin' all so sad

My nigga didn’t take the plea, then he went out bad

Nigga still got enough, 55 and a half

Ayo

This is for all my uptown niggas

My Central Park niggas

My down the way niggas

My Fruit Belt niggas

My Wola niggas

My Delevan niggas

My Doat Street niggas

My Westside niggas

All my Broadway, my warden niggas

To Paris, to Fairus

Lanefield, Kingfield

This for all my niggas gettin' money

For all my niggas locked up

This for my niggas that’s no longer with us

This for my momma nigga