Westside Gunn - City, Sos & Me lyrics

So there's no use in asking
Your point of view
So there's no use in asking
Your point of view

Ayo, the drop pair cherry red
Red bottoms, Mack Elev
We will clap your head
Medusa head locs, loft kitchen reek of coke
Cocaine Carreras, parlayin' me and Sos
Bricks for what? Get ten of 'em
Get Killa Tone a Bushmaster
He'll flip somethin'
Big chains on, I'm lookin' rich
Bust the duct tape, it smelled like piss
KTZ sweatsuit down to the kicks
Stepped on the dope twice
All black oyster, P roll with the pink ice
Mink white
50 shots before he can blink twice
Got his brains leanin' to the
Side like some cheap Nikes
Easy come, easy go
Wack him for his Yeezy 1's
Eazy-E Raider snap back that match the joints
Lookin' like Schoeder kid, hold up
Mix the cryonite with the China white
Bet my niggas blow up

Rolls Royce rolled up
That nigga did 20 flat nigga, so what?
We them new niggas hangin' out the roof
The truth
Mix the Pérignon with the grapefruit

Moschino gloves on the hammer
Shot his man up at
Barney's choppin' grams up
World premiere, hang that nigga from the lid
Rocks clear
Choppers swingin' from the chandelier
The flyest nigga on this mic, shit, I swear
When I got my first brick I dropped tears
12-12 A resumes with cooked flake
I was fucked up, I got a back off of big gate
Adolf Versace plates
Malcolm X Prada frames analyze the snakes
Human made joggers cuz they sweatin' me
It's got an apron on flexin' the recipe
All this gold on might be the death of me
The six kilo Cuban link especially
Coke on my sweatshirt like Heavy D
Chanel mask on baggin' heavy D

Rolls Royce rolled up
That nigga did 20 flat nigga, so what?
We them new niggas hangin' out the roof
The truth
Mix the Pérignon with the grapefruit

So what have you got for me?
John Doe between 25-30 years of age
Cause of death looks like OG
Over gold any signs of foul play, Ronnie?
No, sir looks like a case of
Just too many gold chains