[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Look, I feel like I'm the grimiest n***a ever
Iron in the Dsquared leather, fire it at whoever
Retire n***as forever, swiss cheese 'em and six-feet 'em
We don't play fair, we fifth squeezin', it's blick season (Brrt)
Wear a vest, we air TECs
Hollows tear flesh, or I'll pistol-whip you to a near death (Cap)
Fuck who saw it, I could care less
I'm Prince of Bel-Air fresh, I came up gettin' money on that stair set (For real)
Thirty shells pop (cap), get ya bell rocked (Brrt)
Shells in ya top, I got this shit well-locked (Uh)
Respected by the killers and n***as that sell blocks (Okay)
Leave ya finger in ya mother's fuckin' mailbox (Hahahaha)
Look, I gotta be a savage
Pop the chopper, you see fire on the nozzle of it flashin'
My young boy shot more n***as than you could possibly imagine (Uh)
Call it Hell on Earth, n***a—Prodigy and Havoc (Haah)

[Chorus: Westside Gunn]
If I ruled the world
I let the rat n***as rot and let the real n***as free
If I ruled the world
I take it back to '05 when coke prices was eighteen a key
If I ruled the world
I rock the high top Griseldas with the alligator straps that cost a G
If I ruled the world
I keep a loaded MAC on me 'cause everybody gon' wanna be me (Brrrrrt)
[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
Look, KITH sweats with the fully tucked (Uhuh)
Shark head when I throw my hoodie up (My hoodie up)
Can smell the OG when I'm pullin' up (You smell it)
Got whatever on the flow, n***a, put it up
Haha, big Dutch in my hand
Seen ya favorite rapper, smacked his double cup out his hand (Hahahaha)
Heh, bet it fucked up his whole image
I'm O-Dog in that liquor store, I'm a menace, I'm the illest (Huh, huh)
1700 for the britches (Uh)
Silk shirt, the Master P Versaces on vintage
Slime, we did it, we kicked in the door, we 'bout to kill it
But I will still push a n***a shit back, don't get it twisted, bitches, hehe

[Chorus: Westside Gunn]
If I ruled the world
I let the rat n***as rot and let the real n***as free
If I ruled the world
I take it back to '05 when coke prices was eighteen a key
If I ruled the world
I rock the high top Griseldas with the alligator straps that cost a G
If I ruled the world
I keep a loaded MAC on me 'cause everybody gon' wanna be me

[Outro]
Griselda, by Fashion Rebels