Westside Gunn, Conway The Machine - Bad News / John Starks lyrics

Ayo, MF DOOM the room been it to 'em
Swear the big rolls and half moons
Black cat the tower on the shower
We had balloons
Nigga ain't get paroled, oh this bad news
Bad news, this shit is bad news

Wifey ain't wrote me in a week
I'm in the hole, gotta wash up in the sink
This shit is bad news, nigga
It's bad news, bad news, nigga
It's bad news, it's bad news, nigga

Pissing PJ in the fountain of life
Riccardo Tisci on the Geechi
Cook ounces of white
Off White camo jacket with the MAC-10
Check, boys thirsty on the
Lemon they etched in
Ayo, I swear I be the illest ever
Stash your work in the more cellar
Burning lever catch me in the hoompty when
I'm making my drops
My young boy shot everything, making it hot
Flow is retarded
Putting coke up on the market
Coca-Cola, bape sweat suit had been
The karma for us
Recorded down in Charlotte, we the hardest
Heard these stomachs on the corner
They were starving
I love you up, all are famous
Over stoves Joe Namath
Warhol camo-suit, paintings in the latest
Every bar is classic, Lord, raw ain't it
44s drawing his face, that nigga faded
I'm the new Kool G, Nas in his prime
Big L spirit embedded mixed with Chi Ali
Had Lizzie Clay sucking dick bagging up keys
Glock 10 poking out the PRPs jeez
It's bad news, bad new-ew-ews ayy

Wifey ain't wrote me in a week
I'm in the hole, gotta wash up in the sink
This shit is bad news, nigga
It's bad news, it's bad news, nigga
It's bad news, it's bad news, nigga


Young Rambo, uh, beat you with the gun handle
Young Randall when I scramble
Gun blam you, lead by example
Still in the hood giving out samples
My bitch rock Balenciaga sandals
Speak Español, Chicago bands watching scandal
(Cap) a Porsche, the sound'll call a Lambo
Ample opportunities that had you cancel
Been talking teddy bears, candles
Obituaries on the fucking mantle
Niggas get trampled then found a
Week later in the bando (Ha)
Mobbing like Marlon Brando
Hannibal Lecter, MAC-11s on the dresser (K)
With a suppressor, put you on a stretcher
We no pressure
Finesse it, scrape the side of the pyrexer
Get the extra
We go and get some head from Vanessa
A buck 60 in the Tesla
The OG got the trap jumping, Clyde Drexler
Nigga we next up

"I became so large if it wasn't for the
Godmother that my reputation
And connections expanded far
Beyond opens reach
I was at the top of the food chain
It wasn't nobody bigger than me"
Griselda by Fashion Rebels