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underground king - westside gunn & dj drama lyrics

[intro: dj drama]
you see
i’m not interested in being the g.o.a.t
i’m fine being a g.o.a.s.t
greatest of all sh*t talkers

a legendary voice, one of a kind
gangsta grillz

[verse 1: westside gunn]
ayo, hold collect drive, rockin’ off headlines (ah)
scorpion death fly, don’t get your head shot
don’t get your door kicked in, it’s some dead stocks (hmm)
you super boo’d, that’s why your head got a red dot (boom, boom, boom)
too many new out the blue, tryin’ to steal our shine
so now i got to remind, y’all n*ggas out of your mind
been an underground king, yeah, ask bun, i’m him
at the crack tablе, fifty*k up at the win (woo)
then go sip louis at the lyla, lеt me remind you
i’m way out your league, you in the minors (ah)
couldn’t channel, fine china, i learned
dope money was the fastest, ask mine, i heard
this sl!ck sh*t, don’t you know you handle mine
or you know me and you know i know you, v*g*n*
i’m mj from the free throw in designer
have a b*tch treat you like a barber and line you (brr)
you figure for i wrote, dope, we incredible
we came from sellin’ soap, we was broke (woo)
allahu akbar, i’m the g.o.a.t. (i’m the g.o.a.t., woo)
you ’bout to slit your wrist with a note (gangsta)
[interlude: westside pootie]
hills have eyes, hills have eyes
ayo, it’s westside pootie
and ever since i was four, i told y’all stop copyin’ off my daddy
and now i’m in middle school, and you know what they still doin’?
unbelievable, i told y’all since i was three, y’all was broke
i’d seen one of my dads oldheads the other day
and you know what he still is? disgusted
make a long story short
believe in god, take care of yours and stop worryin’ about ours
long live mich*lle, it’s griselda
griselda

[verse 2: rome streetz]
free my n*ggas locked behind bars (uh*huh)
they can’t lock your mind, do the time
don’t let it do you, walk it off
learn a lesson in a loss, i had to find focus (yeah)
now i’m refined on fire, it’s rage for the roaches
got your neck in a rope, you hopeless
cook your favorite rapper, turn him to curry goat when i walk in
deals on the table, before it was drugs
designer dope, i bagged ’em up in the o.j. gloves (woah)
diamonds in all of my slugs
sh*t got hot, don’t even talk to the plug
seen him in a supermarket, he like “what the f*ck?”
i had to switch it up, re*arrange sh*t, we lit
found my lane, now my account look like i hit the chase glitch (ah)

they sick, i’m like magic johnson, they wonder if i still got it
i never lost it, it’s louis on my airforces
gorgeous, see what the f*ck i did (what?)
my grandmother’s bad boy, she always had faith that i’d be big
it ain’t all love, don’t get swallowed up by the biz’ (uh*uh)
the total package, like lex luger
i need all of my dough, i don’t take shorts, i’m not a booster
i’m just a loser, i’m somethin’ you’re not used to
fork in the pot, makin’ sh*t rock like medusa (whip)
never liked you n*ggas, like future (f*ck out of here)
competition far and few, old n*gga’ll knew, they all under the shoe
[outro]
ain’t that the word on the street
flygod has the best sh*t

- westside gunn dj drama lyrics

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