No. 8

[Intro: Conway]

And now ladies and gentleman, a legend in his own time

The one and only (Statik Selektah)

Yeah, haha, you know who the fuck it is

Y'all niggas pussy man, haha, I see it

No wonder you walk around fuckin' mad all day

Nigga you broke! Haha, get a bag

[Verse 1: Conway]

Ayo, Statik Selektah, I got these niggas strappin' their vest up

Bitch niggas get to talkin', then I'm grabbin' the Heckler

My OG's said, "Don't let these rap niggas stress ya, uh

Especially a nigga you had under pressure"

The MAC on the dresser, it had a compressor

So you don't hear shit when it clap and it wet ya

Out we lurkin' all day, and if I happen to catch ya

Two things: black bag or a stretcher

I'm back and I'm fresher, never been to college, nah

Never had a professor, but I just got a package from Hector, whoa

I'm straight nigga, writing down a set of weight nigga

But I'd rather be in the studio going apes nigga

Uh, you just a rapper, stay in your place nigga

Before I had the goons blickin at your Wraith nigga

Yeah, stay in your lane and be safe, nigga

Or get hit with the 30 in the face, nigga

[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]

Ayo, no soul bitch, sold my shit

Your pockets got holes, I guess your cheese all Swiss

Lemon squeeze TEC, got it running like Bolt, nigga

White stripes on the fatigue coat

Fear of God high tops

My rhymes got acclaimed by the greats violate and your time stop

I never idolized no nigga (Never)

I never been shook of no nigga (Never)

Took over the phones in the building

18th Street, stabbed a nigga a million times

I've seen it with my own eyes

Slipped on some blood, the nigga laying up dying

He lost a bet on the Giants

All you seen was chunks of that nigga flyin'

No CO's, yo, somebody need to mop the shit up

[Verse 3: Termanology]

Ayo, it's a stick up

I'm in a castle blasted, throw you in a bath of acid

Every word I spat is classic, ratchet in the lavish fashion

I'll turn a shooter to a moving target, tryna cop a Louis carpet

When I do this shopping for this new apartment

The leather MCM bag, it got dabs in it

Molly, Percocet, the piff and acid tabs in it

I'm just a vandal with a hammer with a broken handle

Rappers is broke, I'm going home to a Naomi Campbell

Virgin Mary in my bed with a holy candle

Holy water in my bathtub and gold Roman sandals

I'll rock a room but I'll be rockin' all across the globe

But rewind, I had a stocking on, ready to rob your gold

I'm quick to smash a cutie, even if she bad and boujee

Monogram Gucci jacuzzi, now that's a future movie

I'm Benny Blanco with a weapon running by the train

Silencer on the smoker put gun powder in your veins

Hopped a lot of planes, rocked a lot of chains

Clocked a lot of fame, and you lil pussy boys not the same

100 bottles in a week, celebrating life

Gave the door man $100 just to shake the ice

Pussy, I'll take your life from you with the rusty eight

Earthquake your soul when I'm busting with this Russian K

Selling eight balls, your boy made a ton of cake

Now we puffing eighths, getting blunted to this No. 8