[Conway:]
Look
I feel like I'm the grimiest nigga ever
Iron in the Dsquared leather, fire it at whoever
Retire niggas forever
Swiss cheese 'em and 6 feet 'em
We don't play fair, we fifth squeezin'
It's blick season
Wear a vest, we air Tecs
Hollows tear flesh, or I'll pistol whip you to a near death
Fuck who saw it, I could care less
I'm Prince of Bel Air fresh
I came up gettin' money on that stair set
30 shells pop, get ya bell rocked
Shell in ya top
I got this shit well-locked
Respected by the killers and niggas that sell blocks
Leave ya finger in ya mother's fuckin mailbox
Look, I gotta be a savage
Pop the chopper, you see fire on nozzle of it flashin'
My young boy shot more niggas than you could possibly imagine
Call it Hell on Earth, nigga
Prodigy and Havoc

[Westside Gunn:]
If I ruled the world
I let the rat niggas rot and let the real niggas free
If I ruled the world
I take it back to '05 when coke prices was 18 a key
If I ruled the world
I rock the high top Griseldas with the alligator straps that cost a G
If I ruled the world
I keep a loaded MAC on me cause everybody gon' wanna be me

[Conway:]
Kith sweats with the fully tucked
Shark head when I throw my hoodie up
Smell the OG when I'm pullin' up
Got whatever on the flow, nigga
Put it up
... Big Dutch in my hand
Seen ya favorite rapper, smacked his double cup out his hand
Bet it fucked up his whole image
I'm O-Dog in that liquor store, I'm a menace
I'm the illest
1, 700 for the britches
Silk shirt, the Master P Versaces on, vintage
Slime, we did it
Kick in the door, we bout ta kill it
But I will still push a nigga shit back
Don't get it twisted...
Bitches

[Westside Gunn:]
If I ruled the world
I let the rat niggas rot and let the real niggas free
If I ruled the world
I take it back to '05 when coke prices was 18 a key
If I ruled the world
I rock the high top Griseldas with the alligator straps that cost a G
If I ruled the world
I keep a loaded MAC on me cause everybody gon' wanna be me