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[Intro: Westside Gunn] Grr, ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo Grr, luxurious fly shit [Verse 1: Westside Gunn] Ayo, heckling the tan, you flex, a nigga talking extra Never rode a bike in my life, Supreme Vans selected (Ah) Selling coke, some might've stretched it, I like to keep it raw Nigga fell out, one sniff, you can keep the straw Flags on the duplex crew necks, German Suplex The Geiger with a few checks, Perrier-Jouët Jewels dropped in the mess hall, I had to pick 'em up "When you come home?" He said, "Never", I think my heart got stuck (Ah) Ten chains on his arm, can you Remember when Pete shot up my house, tryna hear the coop (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom) Mona Lisa Off-White, 40 below Feigs Four door Ferraris with no heads (Skrr) So lavish, my whole locker lit for a 10 o'clock count I'm standing rich in the JJ Vance trench Splash the brick on some Rob Van Dam shit Doors on the cran-apple Lamb lift You adding cut, what’s the logic? Palm trees on the Amiri Jean suits, load the pocket rocket The feds wanna indict, give life, I'm looking rich, right? The Wraith with the pinstripes, I been nice (Skrr) I swear, I hate when rap niggas claiming that they king Blow your head off with the crown on it, make my ears ring (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom) Took the ace out the deck, chopped the coke with it Ain't no business like dope business [Verse 2: Keisha Plum] Terra cotta, ricotta, red snapper Grilled lobster, and roasted lamb chops He dresses his wife in Armani Mistress in Versace, and his ho in Top Shop Fly in his prime like Karl Malone and Karl Kani In uniform like Karl Lagerfeld, Coco Chanel frills Black leather on black leather Black locs, black blunts filled with black smoke Ain't no business like dope business It's brutal, and time is crucial Never show weakness Think, what would Griselda do? What would Griselda do? Shoot them before they can shoot you You know what they say is true Trust your instincts Test the circle for weak links Plum colored minks, plum colored drinks Everyone wants to know what Plum thinks Nigga told me his bitch gets lost in the texture of my voice She hears my poetry and her pussy gets moist [Outro: Kanye West & Charlamagne Tha God] This is... this is an Hermès level existence at this point, you know? Like, you look at a, a Birkin bag, the way it's made The more scratches on it, the more, the more value it has Mmm You know, so all those things, those pieces of the story have... Created, uh, who I am today