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[Intro: Stove God Cooks] Uh [Chorus: Stove God Cooks] Feds kicked the door, this the realest shit I never wrote Baby mama sped up in the Benz screamin' "Let 'em go" Killed my young nigga, was the realest one I ever known (Killed my y—) Feds kicked the door, this the realest shit I never wrote (This the realest shit I never wrote) Sun shinin' on my Black skin Still got the birds going crazy, I'm tapped in We was all broke, past tеnse, now we dance, bricks Hеrmès alligator jacket, the MAC-10 (This the realest shit I never wrote) [Verse 1: AZ] Young, Black and belligerent back in them tenements Backtrackin' my innocence, crack was the genesis G-packs and Guinnesses, macks on the premises All I envision is stacks when I reminisce In the mix is mood swings, you do things Chasin' cheddar, better lace your shoe strings Few scheme, others hate, in other states Your circle wrong, cases form another shape Off the blake and set aside, look what arrived Mobb Deep presence with my mother eyes, I come alive Undenied is GOAT status, the most dappest From old habits, I wrote classics, so graphic Lost Phil, they killed Will, Paul dead Trav did a twelve in the feds with my coke head Low-res, picture blurry, peep the obituary To fuck the world, you gotta switch it from missionary [Chorus: Stove God Cooks & Westside Gunn] Feds kicked the door, this the realest shit I never wrote Baby mama sped up in the Benz screamin' "Let 'em go" Killed my young nigga, was the realest one I ever known (Killed my y—) Feds kicked the door, this the realest shit I never wrote (This the realest shit I never wrote) Sun shinin' on my Black skin Still got the birds going crazy, I'm tapped in We was all broke, past tense, now we dance, bricks Hermès alligator jacket, the MAC-10 (This the realest shit I never wrote, ayo) [Verse 2: Westside Gunn] Made two fiends smack box, whoever won got a fifty (Ah) Hater actin', man down at the Whitney (Ah) Pissy staircases, pissy elevators, namesakes faded Pray that my new dope spot don't get raided Bricks look so good, I didn't want to break it You ain't ever spent a quarter mil' in dope money on a painting Pacin' with the Draco My Rollie looked out of date, I spit in your mama face The Lagerfeld sofa match the Prada drapes, shoppin' ace Chop a kid finger off, you no compensate, you know how I operate (Ah) Told my Spanish plug meet at The Monterey, ándale Started weighin' at the Days Inn Some homies shinin', some homies blazin' Spent seven hundred on jewels, my neck amazing Rest in peace Chine Gun, rest in peace Bacon (Ah) [Chorus: Stove God Cooks] Feds kicked the door, this the realest shit I never wrote Baby mama sped up in the Benz screamin' "Let 'em go" Killed my young nigga, was the realest one I ever known (Killed my y—) Feds kicked the door, this the realest shit I never wrote (This the realest shit I never wrote) Sun shinin' on my Black skin Still got the birds going crazy, I'm tapped in We was all broke, past tense, now we dance, bricks Hermès alligator jacket, the MAC-10 (This the realest shit I never wrote) [Outro] Griselda by Fashion Rebels