Benny the Butcher, Westside Gunn - Shower Shoe Lords lyrics

"His spirit moving his presence ever near
That's how I know he's real
In my heart I feel
That's how I know that God is real
Yeah, what's more, you "

" I hear it in my sleep sometimes"
"See, I can see the sound of my glow "
"Rhyme nice "

Ayo, I never gave a fuck never will
Hit him 18 times, he did the windmill
(B'rrrrrrt) my nigga wrote me
Said he heard I'm out here killin' shit
I put a grand on his books (FLYGOD)

Ayo, Madonna sucking Basquiat dick
Up in the spot hundred round drums
Fuck around and get chopped
Starin' at the turquoise Marilyn
Told my little nigga bag 20s, how imperative
40 in the jawn undercovers
The 'caine doin' numbers
Lose my work whippin'
I'll leave your brains in the oven
Splash paint on my Christopher Kane jumper
Crash the Mulsanne
I copped the plane last summer
The watch plain Jane, but it still cost 60
Ran up in the spot, stole base, Ken Griffey
Blood-stained Persians
Wide body's got curtains
TEC just jammed, I just left it
Shit worthless
In the law library, tryin' to get time off
Prayin' five times a day
Tryin' to get five off
Crush Doritos on this wheat rice and turkey
Lord i wore my boots to the shower
Razor tucked in my jaw

Ayo, I never gave a fuck never will
Hit him 18 times, he did the windmill
My nigga wrote me
Said he heard I'm out here killin' shit
I put a grand on his books, look

Uh, could've told my story on Oprah
60 Minutes how I earned plenty digit's
From risky business
What you know about a stint?
Gotta sit for Christmas
Wifey on shit, that bitch missing visit's
'Cause we was stretching white
Like Richard Simmons
Caught a case and the nigga
Pled the 5th amendment
Yeah, you know the whip be rented
And bricks be in it, uh
And I'ma get this chicken 'til
My clique get sentenced
I need a stash in the wall that whole 90 pies
Word to me, I've been live since '95
Took a trip to get the bag like 90 times
Yeah, you got it from your plug
But it's probably mines
All I needed was a trap spot
Scale and a plate
I ended up on a flat cot, cell upstate
Now I really need a black Glock
Shells and a tank
Yeah, the shit'll get uglier
Than Welven Da Great
D's kicked in the door and
Snatched the full pound
My man paid ten stacks just to blow trial
Now he callin' home
Tellin' the crew to slow down
I'd be rich if I knew then what I know now
Uh livin with regrets and I'm still
Willing to bear it
Plus the shoe fit's and I'm
Still willing to wear it
It's hard being a family
Man with interference
All the women and them trips
To prison ended my marriage
I grew up with a few damn
Crooks that bake work up
Who used to have food stamp
Books and case workers
Me? I'm way further from a
Place you ain't heard of
Where you get rich
Die trying and face murder
Where your best friends start to
Switch when the case surface
Where it's hard to trust a
Man who ain't nervous
I fell asleep with 50 grand
In a locked apartment
That night, I had a dream
Like Dr martin, woo, yeah

" I hear it in my sleep sometimes"
"See, I can see the sound of my glow "
" make 'em say that I'm God"
"Rhyme nice " (FLYGOD)

Big money, big money big money, big money
Hey, hey hey hey
You got big money, you got fancy cars
Everybody know you
It's like you a trap star
You're breakin' down bricks
Choppin' up O's
Breakin' down bricks, choppin' up O's