Westside Gunn, Stove God Cooks - 055

Ah-ah-ah, ha Ah Praise Fly, praise Stove, praise both Praise Fly, praise the Stove, praise both I pray you see the way I'm livin', that's hope (that's hope) I pray you see the way we livin', that's hope, praise both (praise both) Praise Fly, praise Stove, praise both (I'm hope) Praise Fly, praise the Stove, praise both I pray you see me hop up out that Rolls, that's hope (whoo!) I pray you see me hop out that Maybach, that's hope (whoo!) Big chains on my neck, that's hope Big ass bracelet on my wrist, that's hope (that's hope) Praise Fly, praise Stove, praise both (praise us both) Praise Fly, praise Stove This ain't new shit, bitch, we been did it big (this ain't new shit, bitch, we been good) This ain't new shit, bitch, we been getting bread They said Sly was talking like this back when he was in the feds This that big Pootie going up to see unc' and me and West, that kinda hope (whoo!) A real bitch by your side, that's hope (whoo!) Rough waters holdin' in the boat She gon' swim for us both My eyes closed, I can still smell crack smoke (whoo!) Eyes closed, I can still smell gun smoke I still take heed into every plug quote that he said to me Laughing 'bout the lies that these sucker niggas fed to me Before I had my run, that shit really looked like bread to me Now what y'all call money, that shit ain't even no bread to me I got the recipe (whoo!) Last minute flights to places you will never see (that's me) I touch down, TSA come in and question me Can I live? Ayo, hit him close up, made his body slump (boom, boom, boom) Plain Jane, rose gold, Donald Trump (ah) Balenciaga Oakley's on the Gotti Run (whoo!) Louis sheist' had me stumblin' in Hakkasan (hmm) Fiend hit the pipe and said, "Word is bond" (word is bond) Bracelet so big, I wish I had another arm (ah) East Side Buffalo Vietnam (grrt, doot-doot-doot-doot-doot) All my shooters got one job (grrt) Fashion Week killa, ask the nigga Boldy (ah) Fly nigga, fed your bitch dick and calamari Fly nigga, speedin' in the hatchback 'Rari (skrrt) Threw out the samples, feelin' Flip runnin' like Sha'Carri (drum time) The one leg, mister dope with the nutmeg (Will) Sly still see his freedom from a bunk bed (ah) Canary 9-11, but the truck red (skrrt) The square was three ounces short, now his son dead (boom, boom, boom, boom) Praise Fly, praise Stove, praise both Praise Fly, praise the Stove, praise both I pray you see the way I'm livin', that's hope (that's hope) I pray you see the way we livin', that's hope, praise both (praise both) Praise Fly, praise Stove, praise both (I'm hope) Praise Fly, praise the Stove, praise both I pray you see me hop up out that Rolls, that's hope (whoo!) I pray you see me hop out that Maybach, that's hope (whoo!) Big chains on my neck, that's hope Big ass bracelet on my wrist, that's hope (that's hope) Praise Fly, praise Stove, praise both (praise us both) Praise Fly, praise Stove Be grateful for these experiences, man, I'm telling you You don't have to die in order for you to hear what heaven sounds like And this sounds heavenly And if we can experience heaven on Earth by listening Then this is what I wanna hear