[Hook: Westside Gunn]
Got an 8th in my Tom Ford Socks
I don't wanna talk, you gettin’ shot
I'm the n***a in my city
'Chine gun on my left titty
Feds still tryna get me
Tom brown seats in the Black Bentley
I can make a million in my sleep
Hangin out the roof with the street sweep

[Verse 1: Conway]
See how them Griselda boys manoeuvred it
Smell like waxin’ sour walkin out of Peter Luger
Streets consumed us, little homie loved to grip his Ruger
He 17, but he been a shooter like Dennis Schröder
Fuck n***a, look at you boy, you been a loser
You still a little n***a, still a n***a junior
Go and get the hardest n***a, that n***a getting chewed up
Lyrically I'm a Bugatti, he a MINI Cooper
2K to tie a n***a shoe up, bitch thinking I'ma scoop her
My Benz in the driveway, I sent the Uber
Griselda jersey, public school [twelves?]
Name rings a few bells, they know me in a few jails
N***as threw shots but couldn't shoot well
They shot and missed, I'm Popovich my shooters move well
Without the ball, catch and shoot
Draw a play and execute, full court pressure n***a
S.E. forever n***a
[Hook: Westside Gunn]
Got an 8th in my Tom Ford Socks
I don't wanna talk, you gettin' shot
I'm the n***a in my city
’Chine gun on my left titty
Feds still tryna get me
Tom brown seats in the Black Bentley
I can make a million in my sleep
Hangin out the roof with the street sweep

[Verse 2: Benny]
I seen n***as break the code, it never felt correct
I watched n***as make a fortune, dudes I helped connect
They say it’s two ways out the game, bullets melt your flesh
Or catch a sentence and they change you like you Malcolm X
I slide through, my toasts sparking on a close target
We put an address on the beef like we the post office
I'm tryna sell this last half o’ brick then go corporate
I got killers with me pulling up with blow torches
Would you feed a grown man or expect him to hunt?
They take the money out the hood, but never invested in us
I got two kids, I never neglected 'em once
I hope the democrats steal the election from Trump
You got to bathe in holy water and let it touch your face
The bottom of her shoes red like she crushing grapes
I turn the scale on and then I cut the tape
Ken Griffey Jr., I was touching base
[Hook: Westside Gunn]
Got an 8th in my Tom Ford Socks
I don't wanna talk, you gettin' shot
I’m the n***a in my city
'Chine gun on my left titty
Feds still tryna get me
Tom brown seats in the Black Bentley
I can make a million in my sleep
Hangin out the roof with the street sweep