[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]:
N***as knew when they first heard me rap they had a problem
Better be happy I'm rappin' and I ain't back to robbin'
Dior Homme jacket, it match the 'posites
My lil' savage run in his trap for the packs of profits
Kite from the homie said he can't wait to give back to mobbin'
Jumping out of n***as' trashes with the ratchets poppin'
I’m from the city n***as had no options
Now I got classics droppin'
Laughin', burnin' wax with Action Bronson
They heard my last shit, now they have to watch it
They wanna drag me, I’m like Jordan but showin' flashes of Magic Johnson
Woo - I'm 'bout that action, I promise
Try us, it’s gon’ be slow singin' and caskets droppin'
Shell catchers on the M16, I had to pop it
And the results of it was catastrophic
Uh, my bitch is bad, from the tropics
I'm 'bout to get the bag, n***a, watch this; hold up
Stay strapped with the four-five
Might buy a brick and go and bag it in [?]
Might have my lil' n***a stab you in both eyes
Might have him give you buck-fifties on both sides

[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]
Ayo
Kick in the door, shoot your stepkids in the wig (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
[?] sniffed [?]
Donatella jean suits in the seventh grade
Ports like Larry Johnson fade
We twelve baggin' big [?]
911 in the pager - who the fuck is this?
All I heard was screamin', "Bacon got hit"
I woke up sweatin', stressin'; I miss my uncle
My shit like Illmatic part two
Bullet wound n***as with bodies on the Heckler
I’m on my tenth gold bottle, you sippin' nectar
Hid the K in the halal cart, two for ten
N***as stealing soda out of Pathmark
Kissed Pootie on the forehead, "I'ma see you next week, baby"
She only three with a new Mercedes
Selling crazy work, I’m like Chambers in their prime
You better than who? You out your fuckin' mind