on sum Griselda sh*t

[Intro: Joey Bada$$ & XXXTENTACION]

—ggas will be like "Yo, these **** is wildin' right now

Like, these **** is really wildin'", you know what I'm sayin'?

Like, we ain't playin' with y'all ****, man, ya heard?

Sometimes you just gotta catch chlamydia on these ****, G-shit

You know what I'm sayin'? Gonorrhea, all that shit

All of that shit

I catch all diseases in the world

So the world don't have no more diseases, you feel me?

G-shit

Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]

I'm as real as they come, they feel it, get numb

You think you got a little buzz, so now you can't get stung?

I keep a razor blade tucked on me, under my tongue

Don't let me have to tell these **** about the city I'm from

It's Brooklyn, be the home of the hardest ever (Yeah)

Where them **** don't aim, they just palm Berettas (Bang)

And bomb whatever, say we don't move calmly, never (No)

This for my **** trapped in cells like salmonella

Look, I could do this shit with no effort

No pressure, no gimmick shit, no radio records

Just textbook rhyme style with the raw texture

Punchlines, right hooks, now that's a trifecta

No more free lectures, I'm taxin' these **** extra

This the Pro of all Eras, he's back in your sector

So, might be best to protect your neck

Or profess your debt to the god, he might bless ya

[Verse 2: XXXTENTACION]

Murder these flows like I murder these ho ass ****

Where the fuck is your energy, bro?

Make your **** deepthroat a Desert Eagle

If he try me like a ho, pussy boy, that's on my soul

Make my flow shapeshift, cold expression like a facelift

At the publix with like eight grips if you talkin' all that ape shit

I'm not talkin' YMBAPE shit, but I'm bangin' on my chest, bitch

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Travelin' through the infinity, uh

You not that ****, pretend to be, uh

All that bullshit do not get to me, uh

I am a spirit, an entity, uh

You just wan suck up my energy, uh

I am the realest since Kennedy, uh

You pussy ass **** fuckin' suck, you sound the same

I spit the pain, that's why these young **** feel the same

They know I bang, I'll pull a fuckin' pistol out the Range and act insane

[Verse 3: Westside Gunn]

Ayo (The Overthinker)

Hermés bandana on my head, I think I'm Tupac

The watch four-hundred retail with bethel, got no rooftop (Skrrt)

Nine bed, thirteen baths in The Boondocks

Off-White, line twenty-ones, Laurent tube socks

Got your bitch on the Peter Pan with two blocks

The bomb look like a Fupa, baby, let's make dua

If the dogs come, don't call my phone

I never knew ya, if you make it

A Pucci wetsuit you while we scuba

Multi-millionaire and a two-time loser (Ah)

Got a button on the back with the air-booler (Grrt)

Got bricks off consignment, if I fuck with you

Gucci racer suit on and I ain't even drive it

(Superflygod, uh-uh)

[Outro: Young Dabo]

Let's be honest,

I never cried to music,

I have never cried to a- The Overthinker- song,

Let's be honest,

I am a man!