Celine Dion - Westside Gunn, Flee Lord, Heem

Robbin' niggas for fun and now my bezel lit

We ghetto rich, bang the forty 'til the metal stick (Fah, fah, fah)

My nigga pray to the devil, he on some rebel shit

Tat his face, never blink when the ratchet shake (Never did)

Have a fiend do him dirty for a half a eight

Turn his face, got a lawyer that’ll burn the case

Get a extra headshot, that’s just for turnin' state

We suicidal, lost soldiers in the beef with rivals

Told my mama that I love her, loadin' up my rifle

We the idol (Motherfucker), you’ll die today, I tell 'em snipe you (Brr)

Who the youngest OG?

I’ma take that title (That's me, nigga)

Jordan, Michael, six ring when the pound strikin' (Fah, fah, fah, fah, fah)

Let the first one scream, he thought he saw lightning

Frr, they know, yeah

Y’all know me

Big BSF, nigga

Gunn, good lookin', nigga

Same nigga, look

I turn fifty into eighty if you whip it good (That's a fact)

Chop it up, then I’m in your hood (I'm in your hood)

Like the engineers, I serve your bitch while she with the kids (Haha)

I’m into flips like a gymnast is (Like)

You ain’t Mr. Big (Nah), you ain’t never bust a head over price (Pussy nigga)

You ain’t never stuffed dope in a bowl of rice (Stop lyin')

You got knocked and started singin' like Hova’s wife (Pussy)

This street shit is like a roll of dice, nigga

And I’m here for the head crack (Uh huh)

Over a little cheese, get your head tapped, nigga (Brr), I can’t stand rats

(Nah)

And these shells is like pesticides on 'em (Bah bah bah), I’m pushin' weight

tryna exercise on 'em

These bitches think you a chicken box (Why)

'Cause they got some breast and thighs on 'em (Fuck outta here)

I just ran out of work, who got some extra pies on 'em?

(Who got some work?)

And that’s a real question, you niggas still bluffin' (Uh huh)

So I got them pills jumpin' (Wait), cleats on, I’m field runnin'

You ain’t ever killed nothin', go on drills, nothin', nigga

I up the steel, I’m like Phil Drummond (Brr)

I wanna bring out the guy that was the challenger in that particular instance

we are talking about

FLYGOD

Who did indeed make a valiant effort to take the title away from Nick

Bockwinkel, but

First of all let say I’m glad to see your back especially after seeing your

front

Hahahaha

Let me ask you one other thing

Did you hear that the court just made a ruling that their gonna have to make

the Lone Ranger take his mask off

They ever see you the are gonna make a ruling where you’re gonna have to wear a

mask

Do you realize that?

Yeah it’s a rare form day I hear it, okay

That’s right baby when I beat the world heavyweight champion

I am in rare form and I guess you saw it right there didn’t yah

Yeah I saw what could be interpreted I’m certainly by you as a win over the

champion, he still, he still rung the bell

Could be interpreted?

he still rung the bell

It was a one two three

That’s right took me a couple of minutes longer than I anticipated

What, what can you expect I was fighting two world champions that night

Ayo, I’m rockin' skates, eatin' thousand dollar plates (Ah)

Sold dope for fifteen years straight, I need a break

More money on the way (More money on the way)

More money on the way

Ayo, I’m rockin' skates, eatin' thousand dollar plates (Ah)

Sold dope for fifteen years straight, I need a break

More money on the way (More money on the way)

More money on the way (Lord, Lord)

From the change jar, hoppin' out that foreign, slide to Saks and Fifth (Skrrt)

Skippin' out that bitch with twenty racks of shit (Yeah)

Uh, Off-Whites on, Dior gone

Swam on hip, keep belovey feelin' strong (Brr, brr, brr)

Prayin' for my sins, chop it up with FLYGOD (Chop it up with FLYGOD)

Ms is rollin' in, I ain’t gotta sell hard (I ain’t' gotta sell hard)

Exes lookin' sick, but I’m spinnin' in the Tesla (Skrrt)

The thirty-eight is mean, but got that thirty on the heckler (Brr)

You can catch me up in Neiman’s, I be gettin' some help (Gettin' some help)

When I seen you in that bitch, you was coppin' a belt (Fuck outta here)

You wasn’t on my side when the vision was felt (Fuck outta here)

Belovey, boy, you up some water so them pigeons can melt (Whip, whip)

Sold 'caine for nine years, we don’t play around here (Nope)

Tried to run off with that, now he stay around chairs (Get that nigga)

Got a crowd, but these motherfuckers yellin' out dimes (Dimes)

A hundred grams, but I only sell seven at a time

Ayo, I’m rockin' skates, eatin' thousand dollar plates

Sold dope for fifteen years straight, I need a break

More money on the way (More money on the way)

More money on the way

Ayo, I’m rockin' skates, eatin' thousand dollar plates

Sold dope for fifteen years straight, I need a break

More money on the way (More money on the way)

More money on the way