[Intro]
Griselda, by Fashion Rebels

[Verse 1: Conway]
Look, look; you're nobody 'til you catch a body (Cap)
My little head busta on his second body (Huh)
FNH with the fuckin' drum
I told him, "Don't leave 'til you hit everybody" (Cap)
For a minute I was strugglin'
N***as wasn't real as I thought, fuck 'em then (Fuck 'em)
Had to get off that couch and start hustlin' (Uhuh)
Where your set n***a? I can bring a duffle in
Took a few losses, I accepted it
Made a few nobodies relevant (Huh)
N***as runnin' they mouth and fuckin' tellin' shit (Tsk)
Better use your head before you get a shell in it
Bitches tell me my dick is a gift from the Lord
I said, "That's the way I feel 'bout the shit I record" (Hahahaha)
Thinkin' sweet, but if I hit you, I bet you you fall (Cap)
Smith & Wess' 500 break the bricks in the wall
Hall & Nash, West and Con, n***a, we upper echelon
Rap Dez Bryant and Megatron
Hit his stomach with the blammer, blood on my Gammas (Uh)
Had me low in Atlanta, K with the banana (Huh)
Homie this ain't what you want
That shit you talkin' only gon' get you in the trunk (For real)
Before you know it, you've been missin' for a month (For a month?)
Hall & Nash, yeah, shout out my n***a Monk (Uh)
[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, the great adventure of Fresh Wes
Can't forget the TEC on the dresser, the FLYGOD in the flesh
Yeah I only praise one n***a, that's ChineGun
Been to the Feds twice, the price to pay for a mean run
Baggin' up G packs in the Bellagio
Room service brought me 12-12 bags to run on the third floor
I don't want to sell cocaine no more
But I'll be God damned if my rims touch the lux
Brianni'd down in the Benz truck
Word to grab your property, you gettin' sent up
ConAir to Oklahoma, 'bout fifty n***as shackled
Trading honey buns for a mackerel
What you know about burgers on a Wednesday?
Shotgun shells where your kids play
Sandbox covered with red tops, Chine gettin' high
Street sweeper, swiss cheese the n***a (Brrt)
14881055, it's me live

[Outro: Sample]
"I'm a black man, and I don't know how to sing
And I don't know how to dance
And I don't know how to preach to no congregation
I'm too small to be a football hero
And I'm too ugly to be elected mayor
When I watch TV, and I see all them people in all them fine homes they livin'
And all them nice cars they drive and I get all full of ambition
Now you tell me what I'm supposed to do with all this ambition I got?"