(Statik Selektah) Ayo, fuck these niggas, Lord Ayo, I don't give a fuck about none of these niggas Ayo, I'm nothing less than impeccable Hanging out the caramel king, I let the Desert blow My VLONE, Ricky Kilos Coaching my shooters like Rick Pitino, neck lit up like Reno (brrt) Seven days, ten bodies, that's a slow week I don't wanna talk unless it's whole keys Over scales I prayed, weighing a flake Bought three phones this year, nigga, I'm straight (skrrt) Courtside, Timberlake's on, across from Drake Still a new nigga but I'm one of the greats I motivate niggas who's started wars, please get off of my dick Jackboys' eyes all on my wrist I'd rather catch a body than you taking my shit (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Factual, live from the murder capital, king of an actual Don't give a fuck, nigga, my time, they vaginal This for my day one niggas eating mackerel This for my niggas getting mail everyday My niggas still dropping bodies, still heavy with yay My main niggas been dead, been fucked up since So I'ma get up on this Statik and talk all of my shit I'm out to get it, it's a stick-up All these motherfuckers been patiently waiting I'm out to get it, Westside been had it locked, bitch I'm out to get it, you feel something sweet, go get your heat and your peeps And find your body parts on the street Nigga, Westside Ayo, FLYGOD classic, Glock on me plastic Last nigga that tried to rob me turned to ashes Black Waverunners, gator straps on the suede jumpers Pina colada i8, from yay bumper Audemars, Lord, fuck the time, my wrist a nigga house Why Bacon man had to kill 'em, I had to figure out I guess jealousy prevails That's why I keep my third eye open on the scale Why the nigga chain so big? Your neck frail Used to lay up on the cot, reading wifey mail I can tell, the hate getting stronger and stronger You used to fuck with me, now my bread getting longer Tryna compare me to the niggas I birthed They only selling vinyls, nigga, check out my worth Be you, I'd rather jump off a bridge first Carry a man? I'd rather carry my kids first I'm out to get it, it's a stick-up All these motherfuckers been patiently waiting I'm out to get it, Westside been had it locked, bitch I'm out to get it, you feel something sweet, go get your heat and your peeps And find your body parts on the street Nigga, Westside Nigga, Westside