Westside Gunn, Meyhem Lauren - Over Gold lyrics

Yeah, yeah
Uh, the flyest niggas in the world
The flyest niggas in the world

Yo, yo tri-colored Cubans, yellow-white-rose
Savage with a package
Leave the whole block froze
My posse aims, Versace frames
Freshest rebels, precious metals
We not for games
Cocaine connects get stretched
I'm not stressed
Fox fur covered, Kevlar my next vest
I'm on the Van Wyck ditty-boppin'
My new tape, it got the city poppin'
Flooded Jesus piece under the white tee
Greg "The Hammer" Valentine
That's the white me
Casually remove the top, I'm in the right V
Painting pictures like I'm Spike Lee
The brown and tan Coogi got me
Lookin' like a Chips Ahoy
Half my wrist is like a brick a boy, uh
All we do is get this money and chill
Peace, Queens niggas, RIP Wilt
We in the building

Ayo, Lord forgive me, uh
For puttin' two in his chimney, uh
His shit flew like a frisbee, uh
Cobra checks on the black Geigers
Tongue hangin' out
Shootin' the 30 thought I was Michael
I ain't gon' lie I never liked you
I would've wiped your nose for free
Erase your name from the Bible
Kids'll knife you, uh
Take your commissary bags, I'm mad
He ain't even have no mackerels
My dealer's pitchin' like the Nationals
I know some judges they don't give
A fuck what you do, they maxin' you
Phillip Lim brims, Bishop 40 Below Tim Jims
Leave your brains in the wind
Counterfeit Timbs will you get you
Broke jaws and stems
Got way more money than friends
The black Whitey Bulger
I want your money now or I'ma smoke ya
Coke prices like a roller coaster

Donald Green was a man who had
Already been convicted of murder
And was spending what should've been
The rest of his
Life in the Attica prison and
Then he was later shifted
To a downstate prison facility, which
Was even more secure
Known as Shawangunk and even though he
Was in this prison facility he
Was continuing to run a drug
Organization using the prison telephones

Free Sly Green, they gave him four lifes