Big AL

[Verse 1: Rome Streetz]

Ayo, son of Malcolm, and mind of Martin

A heart of Huey P

Shoot up a cracker eulogy, gun powder on my Louis V

Got questions with no answers like, "Is life just a lucid dream?"

It's harder to do right beside this rappin', I'ma tool with schemes

My dope on the spoon, the stamp on the package was new regime

Put it in the wax paper, wrap it, and its straight to the fiends

Tarot read, you grew the death into magician after this

And different chapter, I draw gun as big as to clap yourself

Lord and master, don't adore the Lord

Free all the trappers

Got caught with the raw in the door of the Lac truck

Never had much before, my only thoughts was stack up

You either be the one making the punch or shootin' smack up

Can't rely on niggas, done keep your gun for back up

Squeeze the trigger 'til your finger numb then don't get clapped up

Vital survival shit, feel the high when my rival hit

Look the judge in the eye and lie, my hand on the bible shit

[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]

Ayo, Dip got killed, Munch got killed

Pete got killed, Casablanca silk

We ain't even hilt before some more blood spilt

Moms lost two sons in a year

I don't even wanna know how that shit feel

Eastside shit real

Knowledge from dope past, clutching my blic still

I'm godly (I'm godly, I'm godly, godly)

It was either me or him Allah, I'm sorry (Allah, I'm sorry, Allah, I'm sorry)

What the **** would you do?

Crossover, two different [?] in my loot

Hitler Wears Hermes, hangin' at the Louvre

In the bag, racing Rari's with Larry June

Look at the V's in the WESTSIDEDOOM

[Outro]

Rest in peace, DOOM

All ****in' caps

Rest in peace to my OG

I lost that nigga few months ago

That was my nigga