Westside Gunn, Keisha Plum - MkQueensDead lyrics

DJ Kay Slay AKA snap Your Favourite DJ
In the building with my niggas
Street Entertainment

Ayo finger-fuckin' Donna Karan
Dick-sucks from Donatella we the most glamour
Arm & Hammer manners
Hermes handkerchief wiping off brain matter
Cocaine Fister
Cruise through the city with a pity prap
Fendi jumpers, Hublot band, crocodiles
True duffel filled with white where
The fuck Frank at?
Tony shot Pussy, cop a couple stoves ASAP
Most luxurious, check the resume
Devastatin' wind
Versace got his brains blew out
I dropped a tear sold dope all year
Took a stack out the Lanvin box
And copped me another pair
Bagging blow in that Rick Owens
Shoot your mamie house if you niggas owe us
Ten chains on all rose golding
Back to back lamb trucks my niggas rolling
This Illmatic meets Purple Tape
Gemstar on the mkqassa plate
Elephant drums flip you from a block away
Balenciagia kicks, jumpin over fence
Baking soda mix
So much fishscale my broke scale
Snakeskin on the gazelles you not parallel
Shells of rain burberry brick
Waterproof from the pain slain

Shootin' up dope
Louis Belt wrapped around my arm
Analyzing the rush i hope I don't overdose
We been marking Dope Man's Paradise
Blood colored benzos speeding through Hell
Prada the Devil, Hitler wears Hermes
Sadam in that Fendi
God's Bugatti truck is filled
Where'd he steal that from?
This is the life of luxury
That's what life's all about
Glamour, Loyalty, Respect, Air Hole TECs
Was a soundtrack, need I say more?
Sky was golden, money made up the floor
Dice games raw, poverty stricken
Residue stained dishes
Clean that off, you gotta eat
Time wait's never, green presidential
Presidential Rollies
Take one sniff of Sax 5th
Just fly for eternity
Pray the queen don't murder me