Lookin Like The Greatest

[Intro: Narration + Westside Gunn] Ayo, listen here, bitch You come at the king You best not miss Peace, peace It's the Flygod himself (lalalalalala) The almighty (lalalalalala, la) [Hook: Westside Gunn] Ayo, a blind man can see that I'm rich Ran through every brick from the first to the fifth In mess halls reminiscing on crack flips We never seen shit, nigga, stick to the script They say, I'm looking like the greatest lord (like the greatest lord) They say, I'm looking like the greatest lord (like the greatest lord) They say [Verse 1: Westside Gunn & Conway] Ayo, I had the MAC up in Max Field's Gave the chauffeur a gat, it's that real Started off with ten tan bundles Off white my clan bubble they fake love you In the streets, that's why I pray all day War with the mob we gon' spray all day Just say the word I'ma make sure they all pay Count it by hand, shit take all day To my niggas using Corrlinks hold your head Remember Chine Gun used to piss in the bed Remember hot dogs getting boiled for the party Off White fatigues, Lord, Griselda's the army [Hook: Westside Gunn] Ayo, a blind man can see that I'm rich Ran through every brick from the first to the fifth In mess halls reminiscing on crack flips We never seen shit nigga stick to the script They say, I'm looking like the greatest lord (like the greatest lord) They say, I'm looking like the greatest lord (like the greatest lord) They say [Verse 2: Benny] Yo, bulldog, rubber handle, hollow tips barking At the round table having candid convos with bosses It's me, nigga, the fifth sparking, slick talking, brick tossing Dirty money stashed in the dish washer Ex-con saw us pushas trying to dodge booking The fiends outside the trap will smell the raw cooking But you gon' die from all that hard looking My little homie start pulling and pick you off like Charles Woodson I know some old heads who still carry blades To each his own, I got some shit that's military grade You gon' need a hearing aid after you hear it bang Flash so bright from the muzzle I should be wearing shades I'm involved in some shit that you could tell illegal Drove him up from Tucson in an El Camino At the Seneca hotel casino Top floor, we selling diesel, you a middle man, I'm El Pedrino It's all love if they spoke in his name Cause I float through my city like the ghost of Rick James No matter what you do in life you posed to get paid They say we going to be the reason the culture gets saved On the road to riches and Europeans Might find yourself in a position only bosses be in Politicking so the signals never cross between us Cause it seems like a lot of shit lost its meaning, uhh Haters wanna outsider bash your city And lust will have you going broke at Magic City I think trust is what Puff Daddy had from Biggie, uhh And love is what Doughboy had for Ricky Gotta listen before you speak, the streets taught us how to watch Balls tight enough to squeeze water out a rock A knock down'll get you ties with Italian fellows Metal Glocks, gloves made from Italian leather Took a little bit of Beans, Nas, Styles, and Mega Sparring rounds, I buckled down and got my style together I know B's, I know C's, and niggas that's neutral Learn when you keep it real that most niggas salute you Some shake your hand turn around send niggas to shoot you Spin the block, Rugers pointed out a all black Isuzu Dead bodies popping up we not discussing that Never fearful just careful where we get dutches at, ahhh