94 Ghost Shit - Westside Gunn, CONWAY THE MACHINE, The Alchemist

Look, look, look

I can’t relate to you niggas, your shit is not relatable

Grimiest of all time, that shit is not debatable

Chopper wave at you

Your vest can’t stop, when I’m poppin' the K in you

No matter what God you’re prayin' to, I’m not gon' play with you

This shit is not for radio, I’m not complainin' though

Still headin' to the top, a spot they said was not obtainable

Because the way my face look from when them niggas shot my cranial

Area, how I’m still livin'? That shit is not explainable

Free them niggas locked in cages who was gettin' blocks of yayo through

Them the niggas I dropped my pagers to

Them young niggas with 30 shot Glocks to flame at you

Niggas who got multiple bodies before they was 20, I can name a few

Ayo, Machine, them niggas not the same as you

Them niggas playin' crazy but them niggas not the same as you

Bitch, I got HKs with lasers on the top to aim at you

Bitch, I got AKs, I’m sprayin' boy, you not gon' make it through

Heard this old washed up rap nigga was talkin' reckless

On the internet and shit, that kinda shit I don’t respect it

Tell you once, leave my name off of your records

Like Nino, I will walk you through 'jects, punch in your chin while you neckin'

I’m respected by the OGs, the gangstas, and paroles

That smoke the K2, they don’t blow trees

But sniff 'til their nose bleed

Cut off your fuckin' wrist tryna get your Rollie

Them bitch niggas know me, ha

Ayo, your bottle green, my shit clear (shit clear)

Whip the Tesla X, I don’t even steer (even steer, skrt)

Woo on me, kick rocker (kick rocker)

Load the MAC up and gift shop it (shop it, grr)

I get the shottie from the drawer (talk to 'em)

Uh, another body finna fall

I move the product to the zombies in the hall

Aim good, I could write my name in cursive with the Tommy in the wall

I put buck fifties on the side of niggas' jaws

They don’t want problems at all, I know a lot of niggas saw, uh

I gotta be a boss, rockin' Prada in the mall

Knot in my pocket I got from flippin' raw, uh

Whip the white 'til the shit fluff, uh

Shit on my wrist costs a brick plus

Fif' tucked, run up on me get your shit bust

Hit six plus times, got you zipped up

Black bag that, your body like my last track

I turn my hat back, my youngin poppin' at your dad hat

That’s facts, I had to bag crack just to have racks

Jumped off the porch, I live my life on the fast tracks

Had straps hid under the porch and where the trash at

Jack boys kick your door down, where the cash at?

Woah, I’m the scientist, not the lab rat

Machine, bitch, brah, brah, hashtag that

Ayo, your bottle green, my shit clear (shit clear)

Whip the Tesla X, I don’t even steer (even steer, skrt)

Woo on me, kick rocker (kick rocker)

Load the MAC up and gift shop it (shop it, grr)

When these come out, Ronnie?

My PS smellin' like a pissy lobby

These niggas on some ho shit

Stocking on my face on some '94 Ghost shit

Stocking on my face, nigga (face, nigga)

On some '94 Ghost shit (Ghost shit)