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de Westside Gunn

Ayo, ayo (Ayo, ayo)
Myles? Myles?
Got a minute?

Ayo, the illest since Master P (Uh)
Rich off drug dealin' actually
These niggas tryna act like the illest, shit, blasphemy
You want a kilogram with no steps? Nigga, answer me
These niggas won't get out of line, it be a tragedy (Brr)
Y'all be gassin' these niggas
LV sweats, Wu Dunks, baggin' the GZA (Ah)
I swear I hate these rap niggas, word to my wisdom
Seen ChineGun in his casket and I kissed him
Hit in broad day (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Close-up, how can I miss 'em?
I can't wait till Sly home, you shoulda seen us in prison
I had the all black Prada jumpsuit on the mission
Shit was just last week, I be still bullshittin' (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
I'm on my own dick

Ayo, fuck these niggas, Lord (Ayo, fuck these niggas, Lord)
Yeah, I'm on my own dick (Doot-doot)
Y'all niggas can't be fucking serious (Niggas can't be fucking serious, man)
(We must not be listening to the same shit, man, I'm not I'm-fucking-pressed, at all)
I'm on my own dick
(That nigga trash)
Yeah, I'm on my own dick (Doot-doot)
(That nigga trash, doot-doot, that nigga trash, doot-doot)

Ayo, three different colored Rolls' (Skrr)
Back-to-back with the blowers
Blow like the Ochoas
In the water like Moses (Whip)
Posin' in VETEMENTS
Rowdy Roddy Piper with the headlock (Ah)
Hopped out the truck with MAC-12, fake dreadlocks (Brr)
It's getting scary at night, bury a flight jacket
I was Jesus Christ in my past life
Who fuckin' with me? Name 'em
Slayin' in Bottega, drainin', slavin' over hot stoves
Took the cookie out, amen
He already rattin' on day ten
My nigga burnt (Ah), he just did a dub in the state pen
My nigga turnt, had a shootout with the State Troopers (Rah, rah, rah, rah, rah, rah, rah, rah, rah)
My homie got dressed, celebrated, ate Peter Luger
Face [?] stocking, clocking
Line 'em up, I watched 'em wash 'em, every dope-head say I got it (Woo)
Shit was all manifested from a cot
I'm from the Eastside, it's not one street you can't get shot (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)

I'm on my own dick
Yeah, I'm on my own dick
I'm on my own dick
Yeah, I'm on my own dick

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