Westside Gunn, Rome Streetz - Big AL lyrics

Ayo, son of Malcolm and mind of Martin
The heart of Huey P
Shoot up a cracker eulogy
Gun powder on my Louis V (Bah, bah)
Got questions with no answers like
"Is life just a lucid dream?"
It's harder to do right
Beside this rappin'
I'm in tune with schemes
My dope on the spoon
The stamp on the package was new regime
(Uh, huh)
Put it in the wax paper, wrappin' it
Straight to the fiends tarot read
You grew the death into magician after
This a different chapter
I draw a gun that's bigger to clap ya
Self lord and master, don't adore the Lord
Free all the trappers (Free my niggas)
Got caught with the raw in the
Door of the 'Lac truck
Never had much before
My only thoughts was stack up
You either be the one makin' the
Punch or shootin' smack up
Can't rely on niggas, dun
Keep your gun for back up (Deadass)
Squeeze the trigger 'til your finger numb
Then don't get clapped up
Vital survival shit
Feel the high when my rival hit
Look the judge in the eye and lie
My hand on the bible shit (Fuck you, nigga)

Ayo, Dip got killed
(Ah) , Munch got killed (Ah)
Pete got killed (Ah) , Casablanca silk (Ah)
We ain't even healed before
Some more blood spilled
Moms lost two sons in a year
I don't even wanna know how that shit feel
(Uh, uh) , Eastside shit real (Ah)
Knowledge from dope past
Clutching my blick still
I'm godly (I'm godly, I'm godly, godly)
It was either me or him Allah, I'm sorry
(Allah, I'm sorry, Allah, I'm sorry
I'm sorry) what the fuck would you do? (Ah)
Crossover, two different pots, skip to my lou
(Ah, whip)
Hitler Wears Hermes hangin' at the Louvre
In the Bay, racin' Rari's with Larry June
(Skrrt)
Look at the V's in the Westside Doom (Ah)

Rest in peace, DOOM all fuckin' caps
Rest in peace to my OG
I lost that nigga few months ago
That was my nigga