AUNT GINA

[Verse 1: Skyzoo]

Yo, my approach is for inheritance

Taught to make it somersault, Jordan child's decadent

Cash hours, spin it back 'round, I could Ferris it

For when my days off was with a Sloan like Kettering

Hold up, shit got out of hand already

At bar four, it's footprints in the sand already

Like walk with me, I'm God tier, stamped already

Like a seven sketched in the brick while Melo handin' out hesis

'Kay, I'm Black Dante meets Jungle's older brother

Or meets Phonte, pull up in Ghost, write you a parlay

Or it's sound like if Fulton Street raised Andre

The Stuy got somethin' to say 'til they kick me off stage

Slidin' whеre the top be, but rеp for the nomads

You four corner box me, I Fourth Rope death

From the era of box Jeeps and "just say no" ads

Brownstones like the Cosbys has turned into dope heads

[Chorus: Skyzoo & Westside Gunn]

So it's dedicated to five mics and five prez

Dedicated to all my niggas doin' state and fed bids

Dedicated to puttin' plaques on my mother wall

Dedicated to the box on the Glock, I had to spray shit (Grr)

Dedicated to Black Panthers and gold ropes

Dedicated to my brick movers who ain't 'bout to break shit (Ah)

Dedicated to catalogs that’s bulletproof

Dedicated to Aunt Gina, still baggin' naked (Woo)

[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]

Catch me on the rec yard posin' with a weapon (Ah)

Catch me with the cartel, we was playin' Tetris (Mm)

Balcony, Waldorf, Rome's eatin' breakfast (Ah)

Got his brains blew out for talkin' reckless (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

Who that pretty lightskin niggas with the freckles? (Woo)

.38 Special on me, ma said I'm special (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

Kiss the triple beam, told the bitch, "I can't let you" (Mwah)

Can't bring my niggas 'round y‘all, all my niggas klepto (Ah)

Tie the nigga for the dollar dollar, word to Klefer (Ah)

It's Salvatore on Salvatore suit, eatin' pesto (Woo)

LV poncho, level four with the Velcro (Grr)

Rod had six-four die, I'ma talk, hell no (Fuck no)

I was comin' out the Chrome store on Melrose (Ah)

Eastside Buffalo, nigga, it's a hellhole (Mm)

Feel like Jam Master Jay in the shell toes (Mm)

My nigga went to trial, fucked around and got railroad

[Chorus: Skyzoo & Westside Gunn]

Dedicated to five mics and five prez

Dedicated to all my niggas doin' state and fed bids

Dedicated to puttin' plaques on my mother wall

Dedicated to the box on the Glock, I had to spray shit (Grr)

Dedicated to Black Panthers and gold ropes

Dedicated to my brick movers who ain't 'bout to break shit (Ah)

Dedicated to catalogs that's bulletproof

Dedicated to Aunt Gina, still baggin' naked (Woo)

[Outro: Westside Gunn]

Rest in peace, Sean P, Prodigy (Grr)

X, DOOM (Rest in peace, woo)

See, I know niggas can't fuck with me, that's why I talk my shit, nigga (I know niggas can't fuck with me, nigga)

(Super FLYGOD, nigga)

It's a lot of bum-ass niggas, man

(Give a fuck about none of these niggas)

Niggas been copyin' my shit for a decade, nigga (Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah)

See, I don't care enough about this shit to even give a fuck, though (Fuck these niggas, Lord)

See, I get mine just knowin' niggas know they can't fuck with me (Ah)

See, y'all niggas don't think these niggas

See, y'all niggas think these niggas is somethin' that they ain’t (Mm-mm, no)

I ain't never walked in a room in my fuckin' life and I ain't— I wasn't that nigga, let me just say that

Just picture any fuckin' nigga in the fuckin' world, nigga (Ah)

In the same room with me

I know for a fact that nigga can't fuck with me (Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah)

Ah