Buffs vs. Wires
Boldy James, Westside Gunn, Benny the Butcher
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Ayo, Mag D on the prayer rug, twenty chains on, we on Rodeo, blood Who touchin' my stove? He had to spray him up Visions ain't reciprocated he hit the stim hard once (ah) Then he walked up the block with a refrigerator I'm in the Rolls (I'm in the Rolls) Knots on the Martine Rose when I pose (ah) Readymade caskets, this work so good, get the elastic Hid the AK behind the masjid Who made the sun shine? (Who made the sun shine? Know what I'm sayin') Next thing you know, we dip from one time (ah) Real street nigga shit Yo, uh Track and field, runnin' packs, I'm still subtractin' real numbers I took a loss and just had to build from it, y'all broke the code Threw dirt on gang when y'all spoke to Hov, that was reckless That's expected, VS cuts on my wrist big enough to catch infections This heckler on me protect the homies, Boldy and West I treated my .40 just like my only connect Who said it was simple? Them prisons strengthened my mental I broke the lead on the paper from writin' letters in pencil This a process, I'm fresh, I just moved out the projects Million dollar deals and still feel like I ain't hot yet Biggie Smalls in a Coogi, Al Green in a mock neck Russel Simmons my mindset, I'm old Hov with a Pyrex What's the money worth when my mother hurt, brother layin' under dirt? We can forgive you, but you get punished first Dope on a paper plate, thinking wallet to paperweight I ran around the world for it just like The Amazing Race The money counter singin' to me, sound like Amazing Grace Cooked a brick of big at a time, I was eight for eight The Butcher, nigga Last three packs in the bundle, I had to swallow that (hold the tops) Balls of smack pumpin' while I'm crumblin' the loudest thrax (good kush) Cone racks, turned the plug around at the Mountain Jack's (still more) Niggas who thought I was finished hate to see me bouncin' back (it's on) Touched a honeybun, tryna trap me up a thousand stacks (a big, big dog) Shoutout to Butch and Gunn, my shooter don't know how to rap (brrt) Never filed a tax, had a run with that powder pack (hyena) Thumbs still numb from packin' up, foldin' lotto packs (up in plastic) I grew up on a block with scurvy, niggas topsy-turvy (all hitters) Totin' Glocks with thirties in 'em, sellin' rocks and thirties (screwboxes) Oxycontin, Percocet, I was poppin' yerkies (tens) Blowin' on the way to see my PO, I was droppin' dirties (remix) Re-rockin' birdies in the trap, half block of turkey (white meat) The work come in a silver pack like a chocolate Hersheys (what else?) Eat them pill 'scripts and them bowls, in total pop a derky (Moonrock) Real nigga, still posted on the service drive with Percy (four-one) Where we at?
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