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letra de the cow - westside gunn

[verse:1 conway the machine]
roll the swish and get high
free the homies behind the wall
free my n-gg-s inside
all them n-gg-s that died
rest in piece to my n-gg-s i hope they live in the sky
pour out some liquor load your fifth
for the n-gg-s that ride
for your n-gg-s that got hit bagged didn’t survive
sometimes i feel like i’m the realest n-gg- alive
since we was kicking doors four n-gg-s
divi’n pies
they ain’t believe me when i told n-gg-s the city was mines
now look at me though buffalo n-gg-
but did records with kool g though
necklace is two kilos
remember when the feds gave fifteen to cousin t-to
me and pat was right there he took it like a g though
that’s a real n-gg- that’s a fact when i came home from doing two
he gave me a half ounce and a rack
and said you don’t owe me sh-t just put the city on the map
that was eleven years ago and now i’m doing just that
ask my baby momma how much i cried when machine gun died
when i pulled up and seen that yellow tape outside
had me ready to grab the stick and go apes outside
i never found out who did it that sh-t ate my pride
i swear but maybe that was a sign
maybe god ain’t want me killing them n-gg-s
and doing time
maybe god wanted me here to kill em’ with the rhyme
maybe that was part of his plan and part of the design
i don’t know i’m not religious
all i know is i’m viciously gifted
when i script and it’s strictly for my n-gg-s
i might shed a tear listening to this sh-t
pop the spade cork like machine gun we did it
d-mn who would’ve known my crew would’ve blown
every verse is verse of the year sh-t is proven and shown
i needed west and daringer i couldn’t do it alone
remember that f-ck n-gg- pulled up using his chrome
hit the back of my head and neck i should’ve died n-gg-
i feel like my n-gg- [?] kept me alive n-gg-
slack in my face like bruh open your eyes n-gg-
shaking my head like f-ck that you can’t die n-gg-
only real sh-t what i provide n-gg-
i wrote this sh-t with the tears in my eyes n-gg-
now they gotta consider me top five n-gg-
you hear my sh-t is you surprised n-gg-
you know what’s funny i wanted to quit
after i got shot in my head i seen my face
like i’m done with this sh-t
trying to spit my verses and mumbling and sh-t
face twisted up looking ugly and sh-t
that bell’s palsy had me looking like i had a stroke
but every bar raw like a slab of c-ke
and them same n-gg-s that laugh and joke
is doing bad or broke
and everything i drop is cl-ssic dope
this the realest sh-t in my pad i wrote
this the realest sh-t that i wrote

[verse 2: westside gunn]
ayo pulled the mac out the stone island
dough piling my n-gg- doing fifty in the mountains
posing and gosha i do it for it for the culture
mastermind i’m braggadocios
you on shoulder we in the kitchen like vultures
bucket hat gator on the coaster
big -ss ace need two b-tches to pour it
i been a four door ‘gatti and floored it
a n-gg- gorgeous rice pilaf and swordfish
this warhol portraits but more sick
stella mccartney feeling me pardon me
[?]
stash cracks in his mouth he had a jaw full
jazz just dons in the [?]
in the cell prayer rugs for the lost
these n-gg-s wanna hang me on the cross
allahu akbar allahu akbar
walking over water i can touch the stars
allahu akbar allahu akbar

- westside gunn

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