Westside Gunn - The Cow
[Intro]
You know, it's good to let your anger out
And let love in, ha ha, and, uh
Heh ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ah heh, heh
I think it's good to, that if you can put anger on a picture
Instead of smacking someone in the face, it's a lot safer
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Roll the Swisher, get high, free the homies behind the wall
Free my niggas inside, all them niggas that died
Rest in peace to my niggas, I hope they live in the sky
Pour out some liquor, load your fifth up for your niggas and ride
For your niggas that got hit bad and didn't survive
Sometimes I feel like, I'm the realest nigga alive
Since we was kicking doors, four niggas divvying pie
They ain't believe me when I told niggas the city was mines
Now look at me though, Buffalo nigga
But did records with Kool G though, necklace is two kilos
Remember when the Feds gave fifteen to cousin Tito
Me and Papp was right there, he took it like a G though
That's a real nigga, that's a fact
When I came home from doing two, he gave me a half ounce and a rack
And said, "You don't owe me shit, just put the city on the map"
That was eleven years ago and now I'm doing just that
Ask my baby momma how much I cried when Machine Gun died
When I pulled up and seen that yellow tape outside
Had me ready to grab the stick and go apes outside
I never found out who did it, that shit ate my pride, I swear
Heh, but maybe that was a sign
Maybe God ain't want me killing them niggas and doing time
Maybe God wanted me here to kill 'em with the rhyme
Maybe that was part of his plan and part of the design
I don't know, I'm not religious (Nah), all I know is I'm viciously gifted
When I script and then it's strictly for my niggas (Woo!)
I might shed a tear listening to this shit
Pop the Spade cork like, "Machine Gun, we did it"
Damn, who would've known my crew would've blown?
Every verse is verse of the year, shit is proven and shown
I needed West and Daringer, I couldn't do it alone
'Member that fuck nigga pulled up using his chrome
Hit the back of my head and neck, I should've died, nigga
I feel like my nigga Dunce kept me alive, nigga (Facts)
Slapping my face like, "Bruh, open your eyes, nigga"
Shaking my head like, "Fuck that, you can't die, nigga" (For real)
Only real shit what I provide, nigga
I wrote this shit with the tears in my eyes, nigga (That's a fact, nigga)
Now they gotta consider me top five, nigga (I'm the illest)
You hearing my shit, is you surprised, nigga?
You know what's funny, I wanted to quit
After I got shot in my head, I seen my face like, "I'm done with this shit" (It's over)
Trying to spit my verses and mumbling and shit
Face twisted up looking ugly and shit
That Bell's Palsy had me looking like I had a stroke
But every bar raw like a slab of coke
And them same niggas that laugh and joke
Is doing bad and broke, and everything I drop is classic, dope
This the realest shit in my pad I wrote
This the realest shit that I wrote
[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, pulled the MAC out the Stone Island
Dope piling, my nigga doing fifty in the mountains
Posing in Gosha, I do it for the culture
Mastermind, braggadocious
You want soda? We in the kitchen like vultures
Bucket hat gator on Lacoste
Big ass Ace need two bitches to pour it
Hopped in a four door 'Gatti and floored it
A nigga gorgeous, rice pilaf and swordfish
This Warhol portraits been more sick
Stella McCartney feeling me, pardon me
The basque trench, draggin' on the marble, I'm awful
Stash cracks in his mouth, he had a jaw full
Jazz Just Dons in the mosque
In the cell, prayer rugs for the lost
These niggas wanna hang me on the cross
Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar
Walking over water, I can touch the stars
Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar
[Outro: Virgil Abloh]
I know that the kids beneath me
They're visionaries, before their time
I don't revolt against anything
The only thing that I work against is the fact
That no one told me that I could do this as a job
So the rest of my career is like, showing kids
Like, yeah, you can do it too, like, there is no wall
You know, it's a generation of us
And I think, the one thing that brings us together
Is that we just want to push culture forward
You know, it's good to let your anger out
And let love in, ha ha, and, uh
Heh ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ah heh, heh
I think it's good to, that if you can put anger on a picture
Instead of smacking someone in the face, it's a lot safer
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Roll the Swisher, get high, free the homies behind the wall
Free my niggas inside, all them niggas that died
Rest in peace to my niggas, I hope they live in the sky
Pour out some liquor, load your fifth up for your niggas and ride
For your niggas that got hit bad and didn't survive
Sometimes I feel like, I'm the realest nigga alive
Since we was kicking doors, four niggas divvying pie
They ain't believe me when I told niggas the city was mines
Now look at me though, Buffalo nigga
But did records with Kool G though, necklace is two kilos
Remember when the Feds gave fifteen to cousin Tito
Me and Papp was right there, he took it like a G though
That's a real nigga, that's a fact
When I came home from doing two, he gave me a half ounce and a rack
And said, "You don't owe me shit, just put the city on the map"
That was eleven years ago and now I'm doing just that
Ask my baby momma how much I cried when Machine Gun died
When I pulled up and seen that yellow tape outside
Had me ready to grab the stick and go apes outside
I never found out who did it, that shit ate my pride, I swear
Heh, but maybe that was a sign
Maybe God ain't want me killing them niggas and doing time
Maybe God wanted me here to kill 'em with the rhyme
Maybe that was part of his plan and part of the design
I don't know, I'm not religious (Nah), all I know is I'm viciously gifted
When I script and then it's strictly for my niggas (Woo!)
I might shed a tear listening to this shit
Pop the Spade cork like, "Machine Gun, we did it"
Damn, who would've known my crew would've blown?
Every verse is verse of the year, shit is proven and shown
I needed West and Daringer, I couldn't do it alone
'Member that fuck nigga pulled up using his chrome
Hit the back of my head and neck, I should've died, nigga
I feel like my nigga Dunce kept me alive, nigga (Facts)
Slapping my face like, "Bruh, open your eyes, nigga"
Shaking my head like, "Fuck that, you can't die, nigga" (For real)
Only real shit what I provide, nigga
I wrote this shit with the tears in my eyes, nigga (That's a fact, nigga)
Now they gotta consider me top five, nigga (I'm the illest)
You hearing my shit, is you surprised, nigga?
You know what's funny, I wanted to quit
After I got shot in my head, I seen my face like, "I'm done with this shit" (It's over)
Trying to spit my verses and mumbling and shit
Face twisted up looking ugly and shit
That Bell's Palsy had me looking like I had a stroke
But every bar raw like a slab of coke
And them same niggas that laugh and joke
Is doing bad and broke, and everything I drop is classic, dope
This the realest shit in my pad I wrote
This the realest shit that I wrote
[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, pulled the MAC out the Stone Island
Dope piling, my nigga doing fifty in the mountains
Posing in Gosha, I do it for the culture
Mastermind, braggadocious
You want soda? We in the kitchen like vultures
Bucket hat gator on Lacoste
Big ass Ace need two bitches to pour it
Hopped in a four door 'Gatti and floored it
A nigga gorgeous, rice pilaf and swordfish
This Warhol portraits been more sick
Stella McCartney feeling me, pardon me
The basque trench, draggin' on the marble, I'm awful
Stash cracks in his mouth, he had a jaw full
Jazz Just Dons in the mosque
In the cell, prayer rugs for the lost
These niggas wanna hang me on the cross
Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar
Walking over water, I can touch the stars
Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar
[Outro: Virgil Abloh]
I know that the kids beneath me
They're visionaries, before their time
I don't revolt against anything
The only thing that I work against is the fact
That no one told me that I could do this as a job
So the rest of my career is like, showing kids
Like, yeah, you can do it too, like, there is no wall
You know, it's a generation of us
And I think, the one thing that brings us together
Is that we just want to push culture forward
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