Westside Gunn, Conway The Machine, The Alchemist - 94 Ghost Shit

Let there be light and there was light 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 at you No matter what God you're prayin' to, I'm not gon' play with you (nah) 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 (ha) Free them niggas locked in cages who was gettin' blocks of yayo through Them the niggas I jot my pages 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 insane 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 (brr) Heard this old washed-up rap nigga was talkin' reckless On the internet and shit, that kind of shit I don't respect it Tell you once, leave my name off of your records Like Nino, I will walk you through the 'jects Pump to your chin while you naked I'm respected by the OGs, the gangstas, and parolees 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, yeah Ayo, your bottle green, my shit clear Whip the Tesla X, I don't even steer (skrt) Wooyoungmi kick rocker Load the MAC up and gift 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 (hahaha) I put buck fifties on the side of niggas' jaws They don't want problems at all, I know a lot of niggas soft, uh I gotta be a boss, rockin' Prada in the mall Knot in my pocket I got from flippin' raw, uh (cash) 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 (brrt, brrt) Hit six plus times, got you zipped up Black bag that, your body like my last track I turn my hat back, my young'un 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? (Grr) Woah, I'm the scientist, not the lab rat (aha) Machine, bitch, brah, brah, hashtag that (Machine, nigga) Ayo, your bottle green, my shit clear Whip the Tesla X, I don't even steer (skrt) Wooyoungmi kick rocker Load the MAC up and gift shop it (grr) When these come out, Ronnie? My Pyers 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 On some '94 ghost shit