Westside Gunn Mankind (feat. Stove God Cooks)
[Intro: Westside Gunn]
Doot-doot, grrt
Grrt
[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, OG lay in the cell prayin' for immunity (Ah)
I done sold crack cocaine in my whole community
I done cooked two birds at once like it's two of me (Where?)
Box seat at the Bills game, two mil' in jewelry (Two mil' in jewelry, Super Fly God, ah)
Auntie beggin' for another drum, I'm number one (Ah)
Every time I hear a album, I get another son (Woo)
Underground king, you niggas can all kiss the ring (Mwah)
On Chippewa, Legend's braids hangin', ba-bada-bing (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Balenci' hat, finger-gloves, I made the bopper ring (Grrrt)
Mr. Everything Flipper, the damier gripper (Ah)
The nigga lived, he had befaller with a zipper (Mm)
Looked in her eyes, told that bitch, "I'm that nigga" (Bitch)
I got the '26 Maybach last winter (Skrrt)
Prada only made ten of these, Genovese (Ah)
Fiends back to back in line like a centipede (Woo)
I wore my plain Rolls Patek when I'm at the club
Mickey Mouse on the side (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
(Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
[Verse 2: Stove God Cooks]
You should thank God I don't speak often (For sure)
You should thank the most high I don't rip the mystique off (Hahaha)
I been dodgin' tapped phones, feds and weak losses (I swear)
Walkin' on the same water we swam the raw through (Hahaha)
All who believe in Stove get everlastin' dope (Keep goin')
They been in they feelings in they posts since I bought the Rolls (Haha, ha)
You know I'm back on road, you know I pack and go
You know the wrist is masterful (You know it)
You know I got the master flow (You know it)
We keep in the dirty laundry in the basket, though (For now)
Gold thread, tryna sow together two halves of a soul (Woo)
I don't feel complete without this
Louis bag of bones, the skeletons from my closets (Woo)
I drag 'em with me everywhere I go (Woo)
I ain't been in this mode since my first half of— oh, shit
I ain't been in this mode since we trapped in the snow (Woo)
Now it's Paris fashion shows, two hunnid carat, everlastin' glow, all from my rappin', mm (Woo)
Hold on, don't stop it, let me keep goin' (Haha)
I never hated (No), before me, a nigga never made it (For real)
I done got so rich, these niggas devastated
When you say it's up, tell us what floor, we shoot the elevator (Brrt, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)
The pot started boomin', every ounce came out melanated (Brrt)
He put everything into that white, but then it caved in (Hahaha, ha)
Damn, Yakub, I mean, damn, y'all cool?
I'm the digi number rain man, I'll bring a block through (I'll really bring one)
Diamond Jesus piece, lifted every spell
All the smokers gave me five-star reviews (Hahaha, ha)
Bitch, check my Yelp, if the kitchen could tell (Gold)
They say that boy God status, cook crooked, held the pot straight, the stove was off-ba— mm (Hahaha)
[Outro]
Virgil entering the house as we get ready today on NWC Slammin
You know, fans, the big fan-favorite here, Virgil, he's stepping into the crowd there, doc
Here we go, ready to rock and roll on NWC Slammin once again
Here he comes, down the aisle right now, and it looks like the thugger's got some company maybe (What is that? Is that a bodyguard?)
Looks like he's got a henchman or something there, he's—
What is this anyway? I can't believe it
We're about ready to go as the thug makes his way towards the ring area and he has an escort
I don't like the looks of that at all
Right here on NWC Slammin, these two don't like each other
Oh my God, you don't know what to expect when the thug steps into the ring and he is stepping in there slowly
Oh my God, Big Al, what, what is that, a bed time, bed time sheet, bed time for Bonzo? (You know, I-I)
I don't know if it's bed time for Bonzo, doc, if this guy's got out of bed
You know when he gets out of bed in the morning, doc, you know he spits in a mirror at himself
Now he's in with the crowd sphere?
