Album Cover Peppas (feat. Black Star)

Peppas (feat. Black Star)

Westside Gunn

5

Don′t take this ass whippin' personally

Conductor, we have a problem

Conductor, we have a problem, conductorDon′t wait for her, man, don't

Inkwell elegant, more medicine

Bey, Bey, Bey

Inkwell elegant, more medicine miracle

Past due perennials, point it's Ivan the Terrible

Graveyard footfall, sound God bury site

Batman, Earth slam, Joker to the tanzanite

Matte-black dynamite, blast radius, black radio

Core capability, Flacko facility

Fly guy, do or die, Bed-Stuy energy

Semper fi, B-E-Y

These hoes hilarious, the cardiac serious

Cartier tank top, blow the central bank up

It′s all where your bank′s chucked, nah, baby, it ain't luck

Days without a way, we prayed, then we made one

See that God graced us with flavours and fountains

X amount of mountains, X amount of X amount, it′s countless

Your wizard is a fraud, what you afraid for?

Saw a lot of thunder, no rainfall

Keynote considered glowin', get the geometrics, true and living

The stars of the story got him movin′ different

Goofy niggas, the hate be in they genes like it's they true religion

If it isn′t love, it must be New Edition

Flygods, nah, we don't believe in superstitious

Superman to man, see through the system with my super vision

Powerful, the spirit'll grab it like tabernacle

The voice of the people keep it deeper than an Adam′s apple

Yeah, even more than before

I said what I said ′cause I saw what I saw

Son swore he ain't the boys, but always callin′ the law

It got him actin' unhinged like a door on the floor

Yeah, I′m never silent, always speakin' up

Personally, I find that you cowardly niggas weak as fuck

When justice, no peace too much, could never be enough

Louder than the bomb, but we turnin′ up 'til the speakers bust

Living on the road, Mama framing my tour posters

Stay away from these industry agents, they all vultures

We breakin' up these toys ′cause they faker than small soldiers

I don′t know why they do it, but it can't be for the culture

Claimin′ La Costra Nostra, we in love with the coca

They hit niggas with the R.I.C.O., AP comported in cola

A generational wealth, they standin' on they ancestor′s shoulders

Have to burn it down, Tulsa, Oklahoma

Ayo, Goyard messenger hangin' off the shoulder

Layin′ on the bunk, screamin', "Three for his sofa"

In three mans cells rockin' three man

Catch you in the shower, nigga, keep playin′

My shit feel like it′s Illmatic again

My favourite fiend went to rehab

Two weeks later, he was back a addict again

He was three dollars short, had to drag him from the Benz wagon again (skrrt, ah)

He crashed it, bought another toy

He did a George Jeff Loverboy

Everybody know my dean, burnt clean (ah)

Fendi sweatpants, got the MAC on the drawstring

My nigga hit me just to say he got the biggest lock in Orleans

I had the 38 at 14

Eric got a poncho, blanco

So much coke, he had to get the baking soda from Costco's

My shooter sniffin′ coke like Jon Bones (sniff)

Dried coloured chicken with the Toms on

Get your helluva mind blown (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

Your stylist picked it out with the eyes closed, Gucci highs with the rhinestones (woo)

When you see the red wagon, you know it's happenin′ (skrrt)

Desert in a done heel, niggas know what's brackin′ (ah)

Red soles on the Loubs, I'm a show assassin (ah)

Hopped out at Carbone, all the cameras flashin'

Hopped out at Carbone, all the bitches grabbin′ (woo)

Bitches love the Flygod, all these niggas cappin′ (woo)

LV snapback with the Crips that's backwards (ah)

Flygod

Westside Gunn watching from the front row over there

Like you said, Excalibur, hip-hop royalty in the house here tonight on Rampage

Both inside and outside the ring (look at him, he′s texting me right now)

He wants some advice on his career

Yeah, how to, how to, how to kick people