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[Intro: Keisha Plum]
Bow our heads, let us pray
Thou shall still not fuck with the Flygod
Who else has done what he has?
Fuckin' God risen from the Buffalo slums
Griselda gang, let them other n***as hang
Easter eggs finessed with rubies and gold
Keisha Plum, giving you the greatest story never told
Pastry poochie, wild as David Ruffin on coke, dripping in Gucci
It's Gunday, eat these words and die
Surprise surprise, she's still the illest poet alive

[Bridge: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, (boom!) Ayo fuck these n***as yo, (boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!) aye yo
'Fuck about (grrrdt!) none of these n***as, yo (Grrrrddddttt! boom boom boom boom boom!)
Luxurious fly shit (doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot!)

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, infatuated by KAWS paintings and laws waiting
Medusa on the saucer scrapin'
I be the flyest n***a ever, mirror mirror
Off-White biker leather, yo, Superman all on my sweater yo
Warhol with the gloves on, turn the stove on
Money green, DB10's, you never drove with
I had the fiends on the block singing "West that n***a"
Yay dealer, J Dilla, 50 on both wrists's, coke whippers
Chanel bags for both of my bitches, peace (peace!)
Sold dope for ten years straight
Dog sniff the readymade bag then fainted
Readymade frogman leaping over basics
Your favorite rapper a lil n***a, let's face it
Know it, NYC apron like I'm baking, Lord
The chain cost thirty, thirty did 'em dirty
You fuckers ain't worthy, Lord
I do shit like, cop a new whip when I'm bored
Griselda Records n***a, see the scale and the sword
Griselda Records n***a, it's the fuckin' almighty
Used to camp in the line, now I'm getting boxes from Nike (ow!)
Shoutout the Flygod's by Nike
Shout out to Chris from Play Cloths
I just might paint the Wraith gold
Face blown off, one shot though (Boom!)
Hop in the Ghost and ghost, (skrr) Gucci goes for show
Free my n***a A, free my n***a Sos (Free my n***as)
God, why you take [?] so soon? (so soon)
Why you take him so soon Lord?
God, why you take 'Chine Gun so soon? (so soon)
He never made it to twenty-five (twenty-five)
They never made it to twenty-five (twenty-five)
They never made it to twenty-five (twenty-five)
Why you took my n***a so soon?
Why you took him so soon?
[Bridge: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, it's the Flygod himself
It's Easter Gunday
I just pissed champagne all morning
Last night was beautiful, we went out
Y'know, was there at your birthday weekend man
We had the section
We popped bottles all night
Gorgeous bitches, smoking dope, you know
Fly of course, we just livin' life
N***as dropping they albums man
I'm not fuckin' impressed neither
See I fell back for a minute, doin' the clothes and shit
Everything sellin' out, man I think the people-
Y'know this shit art, my n***a, this shit legendary, nah'mean like-
I-I come with this shi- I-I come with this shit-
Like, I come at this shit on some other shit, y'nahmean
N***as keep stealin' my fucking shit man, nah'mean?
Any- yo, I'm tired of n***as stealin' my shit man
Let's be fuckin real man
Nah'mean, your fucking favorite rappers some little n***as too
Tell you that, I don't give a fuck how-
Them n***as could be 42, them n***as is still little n***as man!
Let's get that fuckin' straight
It's 'bout to be a hell of a year man
I just woke up and wanted to do this shit, man
I had to give y'all n***as part two man
And yo, I don't know what the fuck y'all n***as thought
But shit don't change over here my n***a
This shit is loyalty over here my n***a, no matter what
So with that bein' said...
(Yuh!)

[Verse 2]

[Outro]