Westside Gunn, Black Thought - Ishkabibble’s lyrics

[Westside Gunn, Black Thought - Ishkabibble’s lyrics]

Ayo

Over pots, it's the overlord
Sittin' on crates (Ah)
Half and half durags
Sippin' the quarter water
Quarter in my socks,  lord, and we rocked
We hopped up out the Porsche and torture
(Skrrt) hermès sport rocker
Fiends actin' like it's a soap opera
"West, I'ma die, I need four dollars"
No problem
Bring back six, and two more niggas
Dior dealers
Stashed about half in the floor in it (Ah)
Ain't no business like raw business
S6 all tinted
Wipin' my gums, make sure it's authentic
Aw shit, head spinnin', lead noodles
Monogram collar on the red poodle
Feds will do you filthy
Havе you comin' home seventy
Somе shit'll ever be (Ah)
Bentley on Beverly
(Skrrt) , Palm Angel MAC that
Shoot heavenly (Brr, brr, brr)
Drop kick the brick and hit the Pedigree
(Hit the Pedigree, ah)
Ayo, bodies on the nine
Murakami with the rhyme
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
My shooter rockin' red Muslim
Garms 'cause he slime (Ah)
Find another vein, he'll be fine, we divine
(Ah)
Skeleton wrist, what a time, what a time (Ah)
My nigga got caught with dog food, got a dime
(Got a dime)
Didn't drop a dime, on this Earth
I'ma shine (I'ma shine)
We mobbin' on the yard, one was nine
Where was Shine? (Where was Shine?)
I'm Sly Green in his prime (Ah, ayo)

King Musa Keita with the Mali gold
Hire y'all to hold and keep
Cleaner than Diwali soul
Mean and never highly questionable
Like Bomani Jones the silent partner
Angel investor nobody knows
His clothes smellin' like Firdous
And Somali Rose
Them fiends histamines keep 'em
With a snotty nose (Damn)
What a waste like the place
Where that shotty goes
They'll prolly doze in the corner
Tell 'em "Adios"
Heron could cop a Veyron, but he push a Neon
This coke'll knock the face off
The Sphinx like 'Leon
He just an unassumin' normal human
Never beyond what seem to be his means
He ain't tryna do a eon
I see him when he park up
He rarely ever talk up the elevator broke
He in a four-story walk up
West Indian Archie memory
He don't even spark up
He pull the plug on every enemy
That try to mark up the price point
Homie on his kingpin for life joint
Big Darby, private island
Just him and his wife joint
Word, he only visit via
Charter, still beg, borrow, and barter
Son, we gotta move smarter like a Carter
And stand in purple rain
Like Prince and Apollonia
Playin' like Chillean seabass in Patagonia
It's only a few who could
See past the average homie
Or the reason for the sneezin'
Be glad we got pneumonia, kid
On some cleaner than ammonia shit ayo

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