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[Intro: Stove God Cooks]

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[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My Rollie looked out of date, I spit in your mama face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]

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