Brains on the Basquiat

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn] Slow down, West, you killin' 'em Same nigga used to rock Fed tans and Timberlands Same nigga used to have dope that made 'em lean Shootouts in Dewey Park, left his brains on the swing [Verse 2: Conway] Respected by brick-movers and shell-bussas Nicer than everbody on the last three XXL covers Mix the champagne with the dark My brain way smart Balmains, the suede Fieg Clarks [Verse 3: Westside Gunn] Kel-Tec hangin' out the Corvette / Shot his whole block Black Boost match the MAC-11 by the dope spot CDG hearts on the flip-flops, while I play the yacht, Akh [Verse 4: Conway] Niggas let they gun bust on my block Started witta half / From a half to a ounce To a big, to a 9, to a split / in a drought, nigga My cooker whip that shit till his wrist sore I'm lookin' like a brick in the Kith store [Verse 5: Westside Gunn] Money got me changin', I was on the block slangin' Prps, cherry red Buscemis lock swangin' No skimask, we held shit up, you know what up The Audi cost a buck, doin' a buck Hunting shells 'a rip his guts [Verse 6: Conway] Fuck nigga, we aim and bang toast I'll snuff ya favorite rapper, his little angel chains broke The plug daughter callin' me La Machina Shot him in the hall, blew his brains on the Basquiat [Verse 7: Westside Gunn] Ayo All ya niggas talkin' like you gettin' money But y'all niggas' all broke yo Fuck you, fuck you, and fuck you I put the barrel in ya throat, yo Fuck niggas can' tell me shit, I made a quater off 'a dope, nigga Sneak diss and I'll send a few shooters at ya muthafuckin' show, nigga [Outro: Conway] Beleedat, nigga Click, clack, boom, SE Gang, nigga Fuck outta here, nigga Hall and Nash, nigga