Shower Shoe Lords

[Intro] His spirit moving His presence ever near That's how I know he's real In my heart I feel That's how I know that God is real Yeah, what's more, you— [Bridge] I hear it in my sleep sometimes See, I can see the sound of my glow— Rhyme nice— [Chorus: Westside Gunn] Ayo, I never gave a fuck, never will Hit him eighteen times, he did the windmill (Brrt) My nigga wrote me, said he heard I'm out here killin' shit I put a grand on his books (FLYGOD) [Verse 1: Westside Gunn] Ayo, Madonna sucking Basquiat dick up in the spot Hundred round drums, fuck around and get chopped Starin' at the turquoise Marilyn Told my little nigga bag twenties, how imperative Forty in the jawn undercovers, the 'caine doin' numbers Lose my work whippin', I'll leave your brains in the oven Splash paint on my Christopher Kane jumper Crash the Mulsanne, I copped the plane last summer The watch plain Jane, but it still cost sixty Ran up in the spot, stole base, Ken Griffey Blood-stained Persians, wide body's got curtains TEC just jammed, I just left it, shit worthless In the law library, tryin' to get time off Prayin' five times a day, tryin' to get five off Crush Doritos on this wheat rice and turkey, lord I wore my boots to the shower, razor tucked in my jaw [Chorus: Westside Gunn] Ayo, I never gave a fuck, never will Hit him eighteen times, he did the windmill (Brrt) My nigga wrote me, said he heard I'm out here killin' shit I put a grand on his books, look [Verse 2: Benny the Butcher] Uh, could've told my story on Oprah, 60 Minutes How I earned plenty digits from risky business What you know about a stint? Gotta sit for Christmas Wifey on shit, that bitch missing visits 'Cause we was stretching white like Richard Simmons Caught a case and the nigga pled the 5th Amendment Yeah, you know the whip be rented and bricks be in it Uh, and I'ma get this chicken 'til my clique get sentenced I need a stash in the wall that hold ninety pies Word to me, I've been live since '95 Took a trip to get the bag like ninety times Yeah, you got it from your plug, but it's probably mines All I needed was a trap spot, scale, and a plate I ended up on a flat cot, cell upstate Now I really need a black Glock, shells and a tank Yeah, the shit'll get uglier than Welven Da Great D's kicked in the door and snatched the four-pound My man paid ten stacks just to blow trial Now he callin' home, tellin' the crew to slow down I'd be rich if I knew then what I know now Uh, livin' with regrets and I'm still willing to bear it Plus the shoe fits and I'm still willing to wear it It's hard being a family man with interference All the women and them trips to prison ended my marriage I grew up with a few damn crooks that bake work up Who used to have food stamp books and case workers Me? I'm way further from a place you ain't heard of Where you get rich, die tryin' and face murder Where your best friends start to switch when the case surface Where it's hard to trust a man who ain't nervous I fell asleep with fifty grand in a locked apartment That night, I had a dream like Dr. Martin, woo, yeah [Bridge] I hear it in my sleep sometimes See, I can see the sound of my glow— Make 'em say that I'm God Rhyme nice— (FLYGOD) [Outro] Big money, big money Big money, big money Hey, hey, hey, hey You got big money, you got fancy cars Everybody know you, it's like you a trap star You're breakin' down bricks, choppin' up O's Breakin' down bricks, choppin' up O's