[{"id":9758935,"name":"Red Death","trackName":"Red Death","artistName":"Westside Gunn","albumName":"10","duration":622.7718594104308,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And now we've come to that time\nWhere the legend of Griselda lives forever (ah)\nThe Butcher comin', nigga\nAyo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\nY'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\nWe the biggest (biggest)\nYeah\nI don't know nobody this hungry, I don't know nobody this humble\nI don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan, I can switch jungles\nI don't know nobody this gangsta, I don't know nobody this ready\nSnatch your chain off a rapper, bitch, I don't know nobody this petty (nah)\nThis where I take control of shit\nThis where I get to rap about sticks and how we wrap bricks with petroleum\nClean strips like custodians (uh-huh)\nMy rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\nWest signed me, I was woke again, I'ma tell that story all over again (yeah)\nGet rich first then get your homies rich, it works\nThey said I'd never switch it up\nBut I'm like three flows in on this verse\nSo what that tell you? That tell me that\nThese niggas do a lot of cheerleadin' (lot of cheerleadin')\nAnd these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\nAnd the Butcher comin', motherfucker\nNever seen a pot (pot), you never seen a blender (a blender)\nI got this white bitch with me (this white bitch with me)\nBut we ain't meet on Tinder (uh-uh)\nI put my feet on niggas (uh-huh), when y'all speak to niggas (those niggas?)\nI think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (those niggas?)\nI play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\nI can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (ah)\nGiants Monday night football, I'm watchin' from the box (from the box)\nMe and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots, I'm placin' bets and takin' pots (takin' pots)\nYou make a move, I make it hot (uh-huh)\nYou makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\nThat's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop (yeah)\nThen make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\nIt's the Butcher, nigga\nWhen y'all tell the tale\nMake sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\nA team that was one of one\nThat shifted everything\nThe culture was never the same after they got here\nStove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\nWe can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\nTen course, three houses (skrrt)\nOne house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\nPerrier fountains (ah), I heard the feds watchin'\nWe had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\nAny doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow, my nigga, you gotta recount it\nAyo, used to get vicious on the TV screen (ah)\nWeed tems match the tans, the black match the greens\nMclaren P1 (skrrt), with the M16\nOh, I (oh, I), oh, I (oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\nG-wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\nThe cars that'll cost your life, rain boots Off-White\nIt started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\nNeedles in the arm for the dog bite (woo)\nSparkles on a brick, that's what God like (that's what God like)\nVvs' dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels\nThat's a light show\nI've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (woo)\nThe trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (woo)\nIf you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (you can't)\nGina Jackson face on a brick stamp\nLeft the scale wet, the shit still was damp (it was)\nI went Dam Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up\nGet low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (bah, bah, bah)\nThey askin', \"Who the best?\" I'm like, \"It may be us\" (brr, bah)\nQuarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\nIt ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done\nAll that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\nI rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\nOhh-whoa, ohh\nOhh, ohh, oh, oh (ayo, check)\nSpeed in a Benz now, before it was the Mega bus with bundles\nAll the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\nMake 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\nHe tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\nThey shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\nFast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\nYou know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\nYou dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\nWe so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\nCould leave and come back, they'd still be fucked up in the same place\nLight you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\nLife dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\nChop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\nThen I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\nGhost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\nHe tried to run, we blew at the back of his head like a Ram's helmet (boom)\nAll I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\nOn the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\nResidue on my digital, you niggas minuscule (y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\nAll of my shit is dope (yeah) put it on a spoon\nOh, we fuckin' do it (motherfucker)\nPop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\nPiss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\nY'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\nNah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\nY'all know what West and 'Mani do (yeah)\nHe hold the wheel, I'm shootin' out the room (grrah)\nThrowin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n'Cause this shit'll get real shiesty, pooh (uh-huh)\nGave bitches room, gave bitches doom\nLet me starve, so I made bitches food\nMade a lane and I made bitches move\nKilled niggas and I spray bitches too (woo)\nFlow hard 'cause I go hard (uh)\nThese hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\nLike they just came from the graveyard (ah)\nCop keys of that cake, ma\nStacks on deck, like it's cake car (like it's cake car)\nBig moves when the bricks move\nTouch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\nYoung girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (yup)\nEverybody from the block was lookin' to pop it, I was the monster who\nTook this shit to the top, boy, like I'm Shane or Sully, the game is funny\nWoah, what's happenin'?\nYeah, okay\nI'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\nGold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no place\nReal P's, no yees, we don't know no base\nAll gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\nI'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where them soul P shakes\nAnd when the barrel's hit the corner then we hop them gates\nI bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\nCountin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\nJust a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\nSlidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\nThey never heard me brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\nI show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n2L, Roy 'nel a nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\nBangin' on wax, we only heard of the B-side\nIn the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\nOhh-whoa, ohh\nOhh, ohh (uh)\nMop was made in Bangladesh, spray the steps, oops, I made a mess (brrt)\nThey upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\nThey depressed, they waivin' white flags, I'm still gon' wave this TEC\nWe take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\nWe rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets (put the bag up)\nI cook a half, my man cooked a half but J gon' taste and test\nI'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Mef (talk to 'em)\nNiggas on that wrathful edge, SB is Grateful Dead\nMy bitch is J. Lo bad, I give Felecia the grapefruit head (ha)\nI don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\nReal pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs\nI'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\nPast niggas, just ask niggas (go ask them niggas, man)\nYeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\nLike I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\nBottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (uh-huh)\nAll the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (boom, boom, boom)\nI bend your bitch, then tell her, \"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\" (goodbye)\nThen I sped off so past, I made the Benzo drift (huh)\nThink you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift (talk to 'em)\nHiders called me from the Feds and said\n\"I'm glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"\nOhh-whoa, ohh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\n(Can't get this shut pussy, get in your bag, nigga, yeah)\nOhh, ohh (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\nWhen we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\nWe done lived it all\nWe the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\nWe came Back To The Future to be the Terminators of the Matrix\nWe the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\nSee, no Mission is Impossible when you this Fast and Furious\nNiggas Die Hard when we show 'em the Final Destination\nIt's been a pleasure\nHitler Wears Hermes 10\nDj Drama\nAnd like that, we gone\nB-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-boom\nGunn, holla at me\nLegendary, timeless\nJust make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n(Gangsta Gri-zillz)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.09] And now we've come to that time\n[00:05.10] Where the legend of Griselda lives forever (ah)\n[00:07.20] The Butcher comin', nigga\n[00:09.20] Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\n[00:12.90] Y'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\n[00:16.31] We the biggest (biggest)\n[00:18.58] Yeah\n[00:19.28] I don't know nobody this hungry, I don't know nobody this humble\n[00:22.66] I don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan, I can switch jungles\n[00:26.22] I don't know nobody this gangsta, I don't know nobody this ready\n[00:29.79] Snatch your chain off a rapper, bitch, I don't know nobody this petty (nah)\n[00:33.10] This where I take control of shit\n[00:34.81] This where I get to rap about sticks and how we wrap bricks with petroleum\n[00:38.18] Clean strips like custodians (uh-huh)\n[00:40.07] My rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\n[00:43.65] West signed me, I was woke again, I'ma tell that story all over again (yeah)\n[00:47.00] Get rich first then get your homies rich, it works\n[00:49.94] They said I'd never switch it up\n[00:51.47] But I'm like three flows in on this verse\n[00:53.25] So what that tell you? That tell me that\n[00:55.38] These niggas do a lot of cheerleadin' (lot of cheerleadin')\n[00:57.17] And these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\n[00:59.76] And the Butcher comin', motherfucker\n[01:00.92] Never seen a pot (pot), you never seen a blender (a blender)\n[01:04.54] I got this white bitch with me (this white bitch with me)\n[01:06.44] But we ain't meet on Tinder (uh-uh)\n[01:08.14] I put my feet on niggas (uh-huh), when y'all speak to niggas (those niggas?)\n[01:11.56] I think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (those niggas?)\n[01:15.10] I play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\n[01:18.51] I can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (ah)\n[01:21.99] Giants Monday night football, I'm watchin' from the box (from the box)\n[01:25.14] Me and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots, I'm placin' bets and takin' pots (takin' pots)\n[01:29.72] You make a move, I make it hot (uh-huh)\n[01:31.75] You makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\n[01:35.47] That's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop (yeah)\n[01:39.07] Then make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\n[01:42.24] It's the Butcher, nigga\n[01:43.91] When y'all tell the tale\n[01:45.73] Make sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\n[01:49.85] A team that was one of one\n[01:53.97] That shifted everything\n[01:56.84] The culture was never the same after they got here\n[02:00.71] Stove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\n[02:04.27] We can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\n[02:07.62] Ten course, three houses (skrrt)\n[02:10.04] One house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\n[02:13.00] Perrier fountains (ah), I heard the feds watchin'\n[02:16.30] We had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\n[02:19.85] Any doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow, my nigga, you gotta recount it\n[02:24.50] Ayo, used to get vicious on the TV screen (ah)\n[02:28.28] Weed tems match the tans, the black match the greens\n[02:31.92] Mclaren P1 (skrrt), with the M16\n[02:35.10] Oh, I (oh, I), oh, I (oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n[02:40.11] G-wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\n[02:42.65] The cars that'll cost your life, rain boots Off-White\n[02:45.99] It started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\n[02:49.40] Needles in the arm for the dog bite (woo)\n[02:52.35] Sparkles on a brick, that's what God like (that's what God like)\n[02:55.01] Vvs' dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels\n[02:58.24] That's a light show\n[02:59.85] I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (woo)\n[03:02.15] The trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (woo)\n[03:05.31] If you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (you can't)\n[03:08.80] Gina Jackson face on a brick stamp\n[03:11.23] Left the scale wet, the shit still was damp (it was)\n[03:13.95] I went Dam Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up\n[03:17.33] Get low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (bah, bah, bah)\n[03:20.33] They askin', \"Who the best?\" I'm like, \"It may be us\" (brr, bah)\n[03:22.92] Quarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\n[03:26.15] It ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done\n[03:29.94] All that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\n[03:33.33] I rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\n[03:34.41] Ohh-whoa, ohh\n[03:43.23] Ohh, ohh, oh, oh (ayo, check)\n[03:52.32] Speed in a Benz now, before it was the Mega bus with bundles\n[03:56.11] All the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\n[03:59.44] Make 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\n[04:03.19] He tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\n[04:06.67] They shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\n[04:10.23] Fast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\n[04:13.77] You know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\n[04:17.36] You dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\n[04:20.71] We so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\n[04:24.14] Could leave and come back, they'd still be fucked up in the same place\n[04:27.63] Light you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\n[04:31.11] Life dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\n[04:34.61] Chop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\n[04:38.12] Then I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\n[04:41.60] Ghost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\n[04:44.09] He tried to run, we blew at the back of his head like a Ram's helmet (boom)\n[04:48.56] All I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\n[04:52.33] On the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\n[04:55.71] Residue on my digital, you niggas minuscule (y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\n[04:59.04] All of my shit is dope (yeah) put it on a spoon\n[05:00.97] Oh, we fuckin' do it (motherfucker)\n[05:02.70] Pop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\n[05:06.61] Piss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\n[05:09.95] Y'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\n[05:14.08] Nah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\n[05:16.81] Y'all know what West and 'Mani do (yeah)\n[05:18.25] He hold the wheel, I'm shootin' out the room (grrah)\n[05:20.00] Throwin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n[05:21.86] 'Cause this shit'll get real shiesty, pooh (uh-huh)\n[05:23.72] Gave bitches room, gave bitches doom\n[05:25.43] Let me starve, so I made bitches food\n[05:27.38] Made a lane and I made bitches move\n[05:29.50] Killed niggas and I spray bitches too (woo)\n[05:32.14] Flow hard 'cause I go hard (uh)\n[05:33.94] These hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\n[05:37.55] Like they just came from the graveyard (ah)\n[05:39.15] Cop keys of that cake, ma\n[05:40.82] Stacks on deck, like it's cake car (like it's cake car)\n[05:43.00] Big moves when the bricks move\n[05:45.25] Touch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\n[05:47.82] Young girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (yup)\n[05:50.47] Everybody from the block was lookin' to pop it, I was the monster who\n[05:54.03] Took this shit to the top, boy, like I'm Shane or Sully, the game is funny\n[05:57.57] Woah, what's happenin'?\n[06:04.65] Yeah, okay\n[06:08.08] I'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\n[06:12.03] Gold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no place\n[06:15.36] Real P's, no yees, we don't know no base\n[06:19.05] All gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\n[06:22.52] I'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where them soul P shakes\n[06:25.99] And when the barrel's hit the corner then we hop them gates\n[06:29.29] I bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\n[06:32.80] Countin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\n[06:36.41] Just a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\n[06:40.17] Slidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\n[06:43.68] They never heard me brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\n[06:47.37] I show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n[06:50.74] 4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n[06:54.27] 2L, Roy 'nel a nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\n[06:57.71] Bangin' on wax, we only heard of the B-side\n[07:01.31] In the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\n[07:04.75] Ohh-whoa, ohh\n[07:13.64] Ohh, ohh (uh)\n[07:26.36] Mop was made in Bangladesh, spray the steps, oops, I made a mess (brrt)\n[07:33.00] They upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\n[07:36.75] They depressed, they waivin' white flags, I'm still gon' wave this TEC\n[07:40.39] We take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\n[07:43.81] We rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets (put the bag up)\n[07:47.23] I cook a half, my man cooked a half but J gon' taste and test\n[07:50.78] I'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Mef (talk to 'em)\n[07:54.42] Niggas on that wrathful edge, SB is Grateful Dead\n[07:57.91] My bitch is J. Lo bad, I give Felecia the grapefruit head (ha)\n[08:01.22] I don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n[08:04.53] Real pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs\n[08:08.06] I'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\n[08:11.74] Past niggas, just ask niggas (go ask them niggas, man)\n[08:14.80] Yeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\n[08:18.41] Like I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\n[08:22.33] Bottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (uh-huh)\n[08:25.06] All the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (boom, boom, boom)\n[08:27.97] I bend your bitch, then tell her, \"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\" (goodbye)\n[08:31.08] Then I sped off so past, I made the Benzo drift (huh)\n[08:34.71] Think you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift (talk to 'em)\n[08:38.38] Hiders called me from the Feds and said\n[08:40.50] \"I'm glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"\n[08:43.00] Ohh-whoa, ohh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\n[08:49.07] (Can't get this shut pussy, get in your bag, nigga, yeah)\n[08:51.51] Ohh, ohh (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n[09:01.51] When we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\n[09:05.91] We done lived it all\n[09:07.56] We the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\n[09:13.33] We came Back To The Future to be the Terminators of the Matrix\n[09:18.51] We the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\n[09:23.13] See, no Mission is Impossible when you this Fast and Furious\n[09:27.63] Niggas Die Hard when we show 'em the Final Destination\n[09:31.55] It's been a pleasure\n[09:37.04] Hitler Wears Hermes 10\n[09:40.32] Dj Drama\n[09:45.00] And like that, we gone\n[09:50.86] B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-boom\n[09:54.72] Gunn, holla at me\n[09:57.44] Legendary, timeless\n[10:04.09] Just make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n[10:07.00] (Gangsta Gri-zillz)","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Red Death\n  artist: Westside Gunn\n  album: '10'\n  duration_ms: 622772\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: And now we've come to that time\n  start_ms: 1090\n  end_ms: 5100\n- text: Where the legend of Griselda lives forever (ah)\n  start_ms: 5100\n  end_ms: 7200\n- text: The Butcher comin', nigga\n  start_ms: 7200\n  end_ms: 9200\n- text: Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\n  start_ms: 9200\n  end_ms: 12900\n- text: Y'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\n  start_ms: 12900\n  end_ms: 16310\n- text: We the biggest (biggest)\n  start_ms: 16310\n  end_ms: 18580\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 18580\n  end_ms: 19280\n- text: I don't know nobody this hungry, I don't know nobody this humble\n  start_ms: 19280\n  end_ms: 22660\n- text: I don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan, I can switch jungles\n  start_ms: 22660\n  end_ms: 26220\n- text: I don't know nobody this gangsta, I don't know nobody this ready\n  start_ms: 26220\n  end_ms: 29790\n- text: Snatch your chain off a rapper, bitch, I don't know nobody this petty (nah)\n  start_ms: 29790\n  end_ms: 33100\n- text: This where I take control of shit\n  start_ms: 33100\n  end_ms: 34810\n- text: This where I get to rap about sticks and how we wrap bricks with petroleum\n  start_ms: 34810\n  end_ms: 38180\n- text: Clean strips like custodians (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 38180\n  end_ms: 40070\n- text: My rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\n  start_ms: 40070\n  end_ms: 43650\n- text: West signed me, I was woke again, I'ma tell that story all over again (yeah)\n  start_ms: 43650\n  end_ms: 47000\n- text: Get rich first then get your homies rich, it works\n  start_ms: 47000\n  end_ms: 49940\n- text: They said I'd never switch it up\n  start_ms: 49940\n  end_ms: 51470\n- text: But I'm like three flows in on this verse\n  start_ms: 51470\n  end_ms: 53250\n- text: So what that tell you? That tell me that\n  start_ms: 53250\n  end_ms: 55380\n- text: These niggas do a lot of cheerleadin' (lot of cheerleadin')\n  start_ms: 55380\n  end_ms: 57170\n- text: And these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\n  start_ms: 57170\n  end_ms: 59760\n- text: And the Butcher comin', motherfucker\n  start_ms: 59760\n  end_ms: 60920\n- text: Never seen a pot (pot), you never seen a blender (a blender)\n  start_ms: 60920\n  end_ms: 64540\n- text: I got this white bitch with me (this white bitch with me)\n  start_ms: 64540\n  end_ms: 66440\n- text: But we ain't meet on Tinder (uh-uh)\n  start_ms: 66440\n  end_ms: 68140\n- text: I put my feet on niggas (uh-huh), when y'all speak to niggas (those niggas?)\n  start_ms: 68140\n  end_ms: 71560\n- text: I think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (those niggas?)\n  start_ms: 71560\n  end_ms: 75100\n- text: I play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\n  start_ms: 75100\n  end_ms: 78510\n- text: I can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (ah)\n  start_ms: 78510\n  end_ms: 81990\n- text: Giants Monday night football, I'm watchin' from the box (from the box)\n  start_ms: 81990\n  end_ms: 85140\n- text: Me and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots, I'm placin' bets and takin' pots (takin' pots)\n  start_ms: 85140\n  end_ms: 89720\n- text: You make a move, I make it hot (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 89720\n  end_ms: 91750\n- text: You makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\n  start_ms: 91750\n  end_ms: 95470\n- text: That's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop (yeah)\n  start_ms: 95470\n  end_ms: 99070\n- text: Then make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\n  start_ms: 99070\n  end_ms: 102240\n- text: It's the Butcher, nigga\n  start_ms: 102240\n  end_ms: 103910\n- text: When y'all tell the tale\n  start_ms: 103910\n  end_ms: 105730\n- text: Make sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\n  start_ms: 105730\n  end_ms: 109850\n- text: A team that was one of one\n  start_ms: 109850\n  end_ms: 113970\n- text: That shifted everything\n  start_ms: 113970\n  end_ms: 116840\n- text: The culture was never the same after they got here\n  start_ms: 116840\n  end_ms: 120710\n- text: Stove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\n  start_ms: 120710\n  end_ms: 124270\n- text: We can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\n  start_ms: 124270\n  end_ms: 127620\n- text: Ten course, three houses (skrrt)\n  start_ms: 127620\n  end_ms: 130040\n- text: One house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\n  start_ms: 130040\n  end_ms: 133000\n- text: Perrier fountains (ah), I heard the feds watchin'\n  start_ms: 133000\n  end_ms: 136300\n- text: We had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\n  start_ms: 136300\n  end_ms: 139850\n- text: Any doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow, my nigga, you gotta recount it\n  start_ms: 139850\n  end_ms: 144500\n- text: Ayo, used to get vicious on the TV screen (ah)\n  start_ms: 144500\n  end_ms: 148280\n- text: Weed tems match the tans, the black match the greens\n  start_ms: 148280\n  end_ms: 151920\n- text: Mclaren P1 (skrrt), with the M16\n  start_ms: 151920\n  end_ms: 155100\n- text: Oh, I (oh, I), oh, I (oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  start_ms: 155100\n  end_ms: 160110\n- text: G-wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\n  start_ms: 160110\n  end_ms: 162650\n- text: The cars that'll cost your life, rain boots Off-White\n  start_ms: 162650\n  end_ms: 165990\n- text: It started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\n  start_ms: 165990\n  end_ms: 169400\n- text: Needles in the arm for the dog bite (woo)\n  start_ms: 169400\n  end_ms: 172350\n- text: Sparkles on a brick, that's what God like (that's what God like)\n  start_ms: 172350\n  end_ms: 175010\n- text: Vvs' dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels\n  start_ms: 175010\n  end_ms: 178240\n- text: That's a light show\n  start_ms: 178240\n  end_ms: 179850\n- text: I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (woo)\n  start_ms: 179850\n  end_ms: 182150\n- text: The trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (woo)\n  start_ms: 182150\n  end_ms: 185310\n- text: If you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (you can't)\n  start_ms: 185310\n  end_ms: 188800\n- text: Gina Jackson face on a brick stamp\n  start_ms: 188800\n  end_ms: 191230\n- text: Left the scale wet, the shit still was damp (it was)\n  start_ms: 191230\n  end_ms: 193950\n- text: I went Dam Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up\n  start_ms: 193950\n  end_ms: 197330\n- text: Get low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (bah, bah, bah)\n  start_ms: 197330\n  end_ms: 200330\n- text: They askin', \"Who the best?\" I'm like, \"It may be us\" (brr, bah)\n  start_ms: 200330\n  end_ms: 202920\n- text: Quarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\n  start_ms: 202920\n  end_ms: 206150\n- text: It ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done\n  start_ms: 206150\n  end_ms: 209940\n- text: All that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\n  start_ms: 209940\n  end_ms: 213330\n- text: I rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\n  start_ms: 213330\n  end_ms: 214410\n- text: Ohh-whoa, ohh\n  start_ms: 214410\n  end_ms: 223230\n- text: Ohh, ohh, oh, oh (ayo, check)\n  start_ms: 223230\n  end_ms: 232320\n- text: Speed in a Benz now, before it was the Mega bus with bundles\n  start_ms: 232320\n  end_ms: 236110\n- text: All the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\n  start_ms: 236110\n  end_ms: 239440\n- text: Make 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\n  start_ms: 239440\n  end_ms: 243190\n- text: He tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\n  start_ms: 243190\n  end_ms: 246670\n- text: They shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\n  start_ms: 246670\n  end_ms: 250230\n- text: Fast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\n  start_ms: 250230\n  end_ms: 253770\n- text: You know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\n  start_ms: 253770\n  end_ms: 257360\n- text: You dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\n  start_ms: 257360\n  end_ms: 260710\n- text: We so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\n  start_ms: 260710\n  end_ms: 264140\n- text: Could leave and come back, they'd still be fucked up in the same place\n  start_ms: 264140\n  end_ms: 267630\n- text: Light you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\n  start_ms: 267630\n  end_ms: 271110\n- text: Life dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\n  start_ms: 271110\n  end_ms: 274610\n- text: Chop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\n  start_ms: 274610\n  end_ms: 278120\n- text: Then I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\n  start_ms: 278120\n  end_ms: 281600\n- text: Ghost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\n  start_ms: 281600\n  end_ms: 284090\n- text: He tried to run, we blew at the back of his head like a Ram's helmet (boom)\n  start_ms: 284090\n  end_ms: 288560\n- text: All I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\n  start_ms: 288560\n  end_ms: 292330\n- text: On the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\n  start_ms: 292330\n  end_ms: 295710\n- text: Residue on my digital, you niggas minuscule (y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\n  start_ms: 295710\n  end_ms: 299040\n- text: All of my shit is dope (yeah) put it on a spoon\n  start_ms: 299040\n  end_ms: 300970\n- text: Oh, we fuckin' do it (motherfucker)\n  start_ms: 300970\n  end_ms: 302700\n- text: Pop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\n  start_ms: 302700\n  end_ms: 306610\n- text: Piss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\n  start_ms: 306610\n  end_ms: 309950\n- text: Y'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\n  start_ms: 309950\n  end_ms: 314080\n- text: Nah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\n  start_ms: 314080\n  end_ms: 316810\n- text: Y'all know what West and 'Mani do (yeah)\n  start_ms: 316810\n  end_ms: 318250\n- text: He hold the wheel, I'm shootin' out the room (grrah)\n  start_ms: 318250\n  end_ms: 320000\n- text: Throwin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n  start_ms: 320000\n  end_ms: 321860\n- text: '''Cause this shit''ll get real shiesty, pooh (uh-huh)'\n  start_ms: 321860\n  end_ms: 323720\n- text: Gave bitches room, gave bitches doom\n  start_ms: 323720\n  end_ms: 325430\n- text: Let me starve, so I made bitches food\n  start_ms: 325430\n  end_ms: 327380\n- text: Made a lane and I made bitches move\n  start_ms: 327380\n  end_ms: 329500\n- text: Killed niggas and I spray bitches too (woo)\n  start_ms: 329500\n  end_ms: 332140\n- text: Flow hard 'cause I go hard (uh)\n  start_ms: 332140\n  end_ms: 333940\n- text: These hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\n  start_ms: 333940\n  end_ms: 337550\n- text: Like they just came from the graveyard (ah)\n  start_ms: 337550\n  end_ms: 339150\n- text: Cop keys of that cake, ma\n  start_ms: 339150\n  end_ms: 340820\n- text: Stacks on deck, like it's cake car (like it's cake car)\n  start_ms: 340820\n  end_ms: 343000\n- text: Big moves when the bricks move\n  start_ms: 343000\n  end_ms: 345250\n- text: Touch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\n  start_ms: 345250\n  end_ms: 347820\n- text: Young girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (yup)\n  start_ms: 347820\n  end_ms: 350470\n- text: Everybody from the block was lookin' to pop it, I was the monster who\n  start_ms: 350470\n  end_ms: 354030\n- text: Took this shit to the top, boy, like I'm Shane or Sully, the game is funny\n  start_ms: 354030\n  end_ms: 357570\n- text: Woah, what's happenin'?\n  start_ms: 357570\n  end_ms: 364650\n- text: Yeah, okay\n  start_ms: 364650\n  end_ms: 368080\n- text: I'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\n  start_ms: 368080\n  end_ms: 372030\n- text: Gold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no place\n  start_ms: 372030\n  end_ms: 375360\n- text: Real P's, no yees, we don't know no base\n  start_ms: 375360\n  end_ms: 379050\n- text: All gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\n  start_ms: 379050\n  end_ms: 382520\n- text: I'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where them soul P shakes\n  start_ms: 382520\n  end_ms: 385990\n- text: And when the barrel's hit the corner then we hop them gates\n  start_ms: 385990\n  end_ms: 389290\n- text: I bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\n  start_ms: 389290\n  end_ms: 392800\n- text: Countin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\n  start_ms: 392800\n  end_ms: 396410\n- text: Just a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\n  start_ms: 396410\n  end_ms: 400170\n- text: Slidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\n  start_ms: 400170\n  end_ms: 403680\n- text: They never heard me brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\n  start_ms: 403680\n  end_ms: 407370\n- text: I show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n  start_ms: 407370\n  end_ms: 410740\n- text: 4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n  start_ms: 410740\n  end_ms: 414270\n- text: 2L, Roy 'nel a nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\n  start_ms: 414270\n  end_ms: 417710\n- text: Bangin' on wax, we only heard of the B-side\n  start_ms: 417710\n  end_ms: 421310\n- text: In the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\n  start_ms: 421310\n  end_ms: 424750\n- text: Ohh-whoa, ohh\n  start_ms: 424750\n  end_ms: 433640\n- text: Ohh, ohh (uh)\n  start_ms: 433640\n  end_ms: 446360\n- text: Mop was made in Bangladesh, spray the steps, oops, I made a mess (brrt)\n  start_ms: 446360\n  end_ms: 453000\n- text: They upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\n  start_ms: 453000\n  end_ms: 456750\n- text: They depressed, they waivin' white flags, I'm still gon' wave this TEC\n  start_ms: 456750\n  end_ms: 460390\n- text: We take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\n  start_ms: 460390\n  end_ms: 463810\n- text: We rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets (put the bag up)\n  start_ms: 463810\n  end_ms: 467230\n- text: I cook a half, my man cooked a half but J gon' taste and test\n  start_ms: 467230\n  end_ms: 470780\n- text: I'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Mef (talk to 'em)\n  start_ms: 470780\n  end_ms: 474420\n- text: Niggas on that wrathful edge, SB is Grateful Dead\n  start_ms: 474420\n  end_ms: 477910\n- text: My bitch is J. Lo bad, I give Felecia the grapefruit head (ha)\n  start_ms: 477910\n  end_ms: 481220\n- text: I don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n  start_ms: 481220\n  end_ms: 484530\n- text: Real pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs\n  start_ms: 484530\n  end_ms: 488060\n- text: I'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\n  start_ms: 488060\n  end_ms: 491740\n- text: Past niggas, just ask niggas (go ask them niggas, man)\n  start_ms: 491740\n  end_ms: 494800\n- text: Yeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\n  start_ms: 494800\n  end_ms: 498410\n- text: Like I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\n  start_ms: 498410\n  end_ms: 502330\n- text: Bottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 502330\n  end_ms: 505060\n- text: All the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (boom, boom, boom)\n  start_ms: 505060\n  end_ms: 507970\n- text: I bend your bitch, then tell her, \"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\" (goodbye)\n  start_ms: 507970\n  end_ms: 511080\n- text: Then I sped off so past, I made the Benzo drift (huh)\n  start_ms: 511080\n  end_ms: 514710\n- text: Think you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift (talk to 'em)\n  start_ms: 514710\n  end_ms: 518380\n- text: Hiders called me from the Feds and said\n  start_ms: 518380\n  end_ms: 520500\n- text: '\"I''m glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"'\n  start_ms: 520500\n  end_ms: 523000\n- text: Ohh-whoa, ohh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\n  start_ms: 523000\n  end_ms: 529070\n- text: (Can't get this shut pussy, get in your bag, nigga, yeah)\n  start_ms: 529070\n  end_ms: 531510\n- text: Ohh, ohh (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  start_ms: 531510\n  end_ms: 541510\n- text: When we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\n  start_ms: 541510\n  end_ms: 545910\n- text: We done lived it all\n  start_ms: 545910\n  end_ms: 547560\n- text: We the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\n  start_ms: 547560\n  end_ms: 553330\n- text: We came Back To The Future to be the Terminators of the Matrix\n  start_ms: 553330\n  end_ms: 558510\n- text: We the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\n  start_ms: 558510\n  end_ms: 563130\n- text: See, no Mission is Impossible when you this Fast and Furious\n  start_ms: 563130\n  end_ms: 567630\n- text: Niggas Die Hard when we show 'em the Final Destination\n  start_ms: 567630\n  end_ms: 571550\n- text: It's been a pleasure\n  start_ms: 571550\n  end_ms: 577040\n- text: Hitler Wears Hermes 10\n  start_ms: 577040\n  end_ms: 580320\n- text: Dj Drama\n  start_ms: 580320\n  end_ms: 585000\n- text: And like that, we gone\n  start_ms: 585000\n  end_ms: 590860\n- text: B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-boom\n  start_ms: 590860\n  end_ms: 594720\n- text: Gunn, holla at me\n  start_ms: 594720\n  end_ms: 597440\n- text: Legendary, timeless\n  start_ms: 597440\n  end_ms: 604090\n- text: Just make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n  start_ms: 604090\n  end_ms: 607000\n- text: (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  start_ms: 607000\nplain: |-\n  And now we've come to that time\n  Where the legend of Griselda lives forever (ah)\n  The Butcher comin', nigga\n  Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\n  Y'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\n  We the biggest (biggest)\n  Yeah\n  I don't know nobody this hungry, I don't know nobody this humble\n  I don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan, I can switch jungles\n  I don't know nobody this gangsta, I don't know nobody this ready\n  Snatch your chain off a rapper, bitch, I don't know nobody this petty (nah)\n  This where I take control of shit\n  This where I get to rap about sticks and how we wrap bricks with petroleum\n  Clean strips like custodians (uh-huh)\n  My rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\n  West signed me, I was woke again, I'ma tell that story all over again (yeah)\n  Get rich first then get your homies rich, it works\n  They said I'd never switch it up\n  But I'm like three flows in on this verse\n  So what that tell you? That tell me that\n  These niggas do a lot of cheerleadin' (lot of cheerleadin')\n  And these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\n  And the Butcher comin', motherfucker\n  Never seen a pot (pot), you never seen a blender (a blender)\n  I got this white bitch with me (this white bitch with me)\n  But we ain't meet on Tinder (uh-uh)\n  I put my feet on niggas (uh-huh), when y'all speak to niggas (those niggas?)\n  I think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (those niggas?)\n  I play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\n  I can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (ah)\n  Giants Monday night football, I'm watchin' from the box (from the box)\n  Me and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots, I'm placin' bets and takin' pots (takin' pots)\n  You make a move, I make it hot (uh-huh)\n  You makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\n  That's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop (yeah)\n  Then make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\n  It's the Butcher, nigga\n  When y'all tell the tale\n  Make sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\n  A team that was one of one\n  That shifted everything\n  The culture was never the same after they got here\n  Stove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\n  We can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\n  Ten course, three houses (skrrt)\n  One house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\n  Perrier fountains (ah), I heard the feds watchin'\n  We had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\n  Any doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow, my nigga, you gotta recount it\n  Ayo, used to get vicious on the TV screen (ah)\n  Weed tems match the tans, the black match the greens\n  Mclaren P1 (skrrt), with the M16\n  Oh, I (oh, I), oh, I (oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  G-wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\n  The cars that'll cost your life, rain boots Off-White\n  It started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\n  Needles in the arm for the dog bite (woo)\n  Sparkles on a brick, that's what God like (that's what God like)\n  Vvs' dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels\n  That's a light show\n  I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (woo)\n  The trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (woo)\n  If you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (you can't)\n  Gina Jackson face on a brick stamp\n  Left the scale wet, the shit still was damp (it was)\n  I went Dam Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up\n  Get low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (bah, bah, bah)\n  They askin', \"Who the best?\" I'm like, \"It may be us\" (brr, bah)\n  Quarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\n  It ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done\n  All that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\n  I rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\n  Ohh-whoa, ohh\n  Ohh, ohh, oh, oh (ayo, check)\n  Speed in a Benz now, before it was the Mega bus with bundles\n  All the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\n  Make 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\n  He tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\n  They shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\n  Fast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\n  You know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\n  You dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\n  We so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\n  Could leave and come back, they'd still be fucked up in the same place\n  Light you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\n  Life dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\n  Chop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\n  Then I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\n  Ghost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\n  He tried to run, we blew at the back of his head like a Ram's helmet (boom)\n  All I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\n  On the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\n  Residue on my digital, you niggas minuscule (y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\n  All of my shit is dope (yeah) put it on a spoon\n  Oh, we fuckin' do it (motherfucker)\n  Pop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\n  Piss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\n  Y'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\n  Nah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\n  Y'all know what West and 'Mani do (yeah)\n  He hold the wheel, I'm shootin' out the room (grrah)\n  Throwin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n  'Cause this shit'll get real shiesty, pooh (uh-huh)\n  Gave bitches room, gave bitches doom\n  Let me starve, so I made bitches food\n  Made a lane and I made bitches move\n  Killed niggas and I spray bitches too (woo)\n  Flow hard 'cause I go hard (uh)\n  These hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\n  Like they just came from the graveyard (ah)\n  Cop keys of that cake, ma\n  Stacks on deck, like it's cake car (like it's cake car)\n  Big moves when the bricks move\n  Touch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\n  Young girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (yup)\n  Everybody from the block was lookin' to pop it, I was the monster who\n  Took this shit to the top, boy, like I'm Shane or Sully, the game is funny\n  Woah, what's happenin'?\n  Yeah, okay\n  I'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\n  Gold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no place\n  Real P's, no yees, we don't know no base\n  All gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\n  I'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where them soul P shakes\n  And when the barrel's hit the corner then we hop them gates\n  I bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\n  Countin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\n  Just a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\n  Slidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\n  They never heard me brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\n  I show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n  4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n  2L, Roy 'nel a nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\n  Bangin' on wax, we only heard of the B-side\n  In the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\n  Ohh-whoa, ohh\n  Ohh, ohh (uh)\n  Mop was made in Bangladesh, spray the steps, oops, I made a mess (brrt)\n  They upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\n  They depressed, they waivin' white flags, I'm still gon' wave this TEC\n  We take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\n  We rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets (put the bag up)\n  I cook a half, my man cooked a half but J gon' taste and test\n  I'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Mef (talk to 'em)\n  Niggas on that wrathful edge, SB is Grateful Dead\n  My bitch is J. Lo bad, I give Felecia the grapefruit head (ha)\n  I don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n  Real pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs\n  I'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\n  Past niggas, just ask niggas (go ask them niggas, man)\n  Yeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\n  Like I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\n  Bottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (uh-huh)\n  All the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (boom, boom, boom)\n  I bend your bitch, then tell her, \"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\" (goodbye)\n  Then I sped off so past, I made the Benzo drift (huh)\n  Think you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift (talk to 'em)\n  Hiders called me from the Feds and said\n  \"I'm glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"\n  Ohh-whoa, ohh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\n  (Can't get this shut pussy, get in your bag, nigga, yeah)\n  Ohh, ohh (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  When we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\n  We done lived it all\n  We the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\n  We came Back To The Future to be the Terminators of the Matrix\n  We the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\n  See, no Mission is Impossible when you this Fast and Furious\n  Niggas Die Hard when we show 'em the Final Destination\n  It's been a pleasure\n  Hitler Wears Hermes 10\n  Dj Drama\n  And like that, we gone\n  B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-boom\n  Gunn, holla at me\n  Legendary, timeless\n  Just make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n  (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n"},{"id":7168159,"name":"Red Death (Feat. Various Artists)","trackName":"Red Death (Feat. Various Artists)","artistName":"Westside Gunn","albumName":"10","duration":623.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And now we've come to that time\nWhere the legend of Griselda lives forever\nThe Butcher comin' nigga\nAyo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\nY'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\nWe the biggest (Biggest)\nYeah\nI don't know nobody this hungry, I don't know nobody this humble\nI don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan, I can switch jungles\nI don't know nobody this gangsta, I don't know nobody this ready\nSnatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\nI don't know nobody this petty (Nah)\nThis where I take control of shit\nThis where I get to rap about sticks\nAnd how we wrap bricks with petroleum\nClean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\nMy rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\nWest signed me, I was woke again\nI'ma tell that story all over again (Yeah)\nGet rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\nThey said I'd never switch it up\nBut I'm like three flows in on this verse\nSo what that tell you?\nThat tell me that these niggas do a lot of cheerleadin'\n(Lot of cheerleadin')\nAnd these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\nAnd the Butcher comin', motherfucker\nNever seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\nI got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\nBut we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\nI put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\nWhen y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\nI think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\nI play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\nI can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\nGiants Monday night football, I'm watchin' from the box (From the box)\nMe and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\nI'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\nYou make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\nYou makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\nThat's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop (Yeah)\nThen make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\nIt's the Butcher, nigga\nWhen y'all tell the tale\nMake sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\nA team that was one of one\nThat shifted everything\nThe culture was never the same after they got here\nStove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\nWe can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\nTen course, three houses (Skrrt)\nOne house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\nPerrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\nWe had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\nAny doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow, my nigga\nYou gotta recount it\nAyo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\nWheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\nMcLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\nOh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\nUh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\nThe cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White (Hahaha)\nIt started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\nNeedles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\nSparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\nVVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\nI've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\nThe trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\nIf you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\nGina Jackson face on a brick stamp\nLeft the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\nI went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\nGet low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\nThey askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\nQuarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\nIt ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\nAll that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\nI rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\nSpeed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\nAll the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\nMake 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\nHe tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\nThey shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\nFast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\nYou know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\nYou dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\nWe so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\nCould leave and come back, they'd still be fucked up in the same place\nLight you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\nLife dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\nChop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\nThen I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\nGhost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\nHe tried to run\nWe blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet (Boom)\nAll I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\nOn the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\nResidue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n(Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\nAll of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\nAll we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\nPop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\nPiss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\nY'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\nNah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\nY'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\nHe hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\nThrowin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n'Cause this shit'll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)\nGave bitches room, gave bitches doom\nLet me starve, so I made bitches food\nMade a lane and I made bitches move\nKilled niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\nFlow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\nThese hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\nLike they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\nCop keys of that cake, Ma\nStacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\nBig moves when the bricks move\nTouch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\nYoung girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\nEverybody from the block was lookin' to pop it, I was the monster who\nTook this shit to the top, boy\nLike I'm Shane or Sully, the game is funny\nWoah, what's happenin'?\nYeah, okay\nI'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\nGold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\nReal Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\nAll gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\nI'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\nAnd when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\nI bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\nCountin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\nJust a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\nSlidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\nThey never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\nI show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\nBangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\nIn the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh (Uh)\nMAC was made in Bangladesh\nSpray the steps, oops, I made a mess (Brrt)\nThey upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\nThey depressed, they wavin' white flags\nI'm still gon' wave this TEC (Hahaha)\nWe take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\nWe rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\nI cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\nI'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n(Talk to 'em)\nNiggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\nMy bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\nI don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\nReal pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\nI'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\nPast niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\nYeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\nLike I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\nBottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\nAll the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\nI bend your bitch, then tell her\n\"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\" (Goodbye)\nThen I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\nThink you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift (Talk to 'em)\nHiders called me from the Feds and said\n\"I'm glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"\nOh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\nOh, oh, oh (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\n(Gangsta Gri-zillz)\nWhen we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\nWe done lived it all\nWe the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\nWe came Back to the Future to be the Terminators of the Matrix\nWe the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\nSee, no Mission is Impossible when you this Fast and Furious\nNiggas Die Hard when we show 'em the Final Destination\nIt's been a pleasure\nHitler Wears Hermès 10\nDJ Drama\nAnd like that, we gone\nB-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\nGunn, holla at me\nLegendary, timeless\nJust make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n(Gangsta Gri-zillz)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.99] And now we've come to that time\n[00:05.99] Where the legend of Griselda lives forever\n[00:07.88] The Butcher comin' nigga\n[00:09.76] Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\n[00:12.91] Y'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\n[00:16.34] We the biggest (Biggest)\n[00:18.65] Yeah\n[00:19.97] I don't know nobody this hungry\n[00:20.80] I don't know nobody this humble\n[00:23.19] I don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan\n[00:25.30] I can switch jungles\n[00:26.69] I don't know nobody this gangsta\n[00:28.46] I don't know nobody this ready\n[00:30.24] Snatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\n[00:31.59] I don't know nobody this petty\n[00:33.09] (Nah)\n[00:33.34] This where I take control of shit\n[00:35.20] This where I get to rap about sticks and\n[00:37.26] How we wrap bricks with petroleum\n[00:38.70] Clean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\n[00:40.58] My rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\n[00:43.90] West signed me, I was woke again, I'ma tell that story all over again\n[00:47.05] (Yeah)\n[00:47.11] Get rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\n[00:50.21] They said I'd never switch it up, but\n[00:51.99] I'm like three flows in on this verse\n[00:53.71] So what that tell you? That tell me that these\n[00:55.53] Niggas do a lot of cheerleadin' (Lot of cheerleadin')\n[00:57.50] And these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\n[01:00.03] And the Butcher comin', motherfucker\n[01:01.75] Never seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\n[01:05.00] I got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\n[01:06.72] But we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\n[01:08.52] I put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\n[01:10.15] When y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\n[01:12.12] I think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\n[01:15.16] I play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\n[01:18.71] I can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\n[01:22.29] Giants Monday night football, I'm watchin'\n[01:24.45] From the box (From the box)\n[01:25.49] Me and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\n[01:27.30] I'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\n[01:30.06] You make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\n[01:32.05] You makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\n[01:35.34] That's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop\n[01:38.85] (Yeah)\n[01:39.55] Then make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\n[01:42.58] It's the Butcher, nigga\n[01:43.95] When y'all tell the tale\n[01:46.82] Make sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\n[01:50.18] A team that was one of one\n[01:54.13] That shifted everything\n[01:57.93] The culture was never the same after they got here\n[02:00.74] Stove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\n[02:04.96] We can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\n[02:08.07] Ten course, three houses (Skrrt)\n[02:09.70] One house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\n[02:13.49] Perrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\n[02:16.43] We had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\n[02:20.03] Any doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow\n[02:23.39] My nigga you gotta recount it\n[02:25.29] Ayo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\n[02:28.01] Wheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\n[02:31.91] McLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\n[02:35.17] Oh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n[02:39.94] Uh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\n[02:42.57] The cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White\n[02:45.93] (Hahaha)\n[02:46.46] It started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\n[02:49.16] Needles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\n[02:51.99] Sparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\n[02:55.17] VVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\n[02:59.87] I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\n[03:01.98] The trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\n[03:05.57] If you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\n[03:08.63] Gina Jackson face on a brick stamp\n[03:11.62] Left the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\n[03:14.06] I went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\n[03:17.55] Get low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\n[03:19.79] They askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\n[03:22.85] Quarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\n[03:26.49] It ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\n[03:30.33] All that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\n[03:33.89] I rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\n[03:36.24] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[03:39.89] Oh, oh, oh\n[03:43.66] Oh, oh, oh\n[03:45.94] Oh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\n[03:51.47] Speed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\n[03:56.28] All the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\n[03:59.95] Make 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\n[04:03.16] He tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\n[04:06.67] They shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\n[04:10.56] Fast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\n[04:14.07] You know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\n[04:17.53] You dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\n[04:20.70] We so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\n[04:24.14] Could leave and come back, they'd still\n[04:26.16] Be fucked up in the same place\n[04:27.75] Light you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\n[04:31.19] Life dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\n[04:34.43] Chop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\n[04:38.13] Then I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\n[04:41.94] Ghost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\n[04:44.21] He tried to run, we blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet\n[04:48.38] (Boom)\n[04:49.78] All I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\n[04:52.43] On the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\n[04:56.03] Residue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n[04:59.13] (Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\n[05:00.91] All of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\n[05:01.59] All we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\n[05:03.62] Pop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\n[05:06.13] Piss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\n[05:10.18] Y'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\n[05:13.95] Nah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\n[05:16.82] Y'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\n[05:18.22] He hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\n[05:19.99] Throwin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n[05:21.70] 'Cause this shit'll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)\n[05:23.70] Gave bitches room, gave bitches doom\n[05:25.63] Let me starve, so I made bitches food\n[05:27.67] Made a lane and I made bitches move\n[05:29.96] Killed niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\n[05:32.29] Flow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\n[05:33.73] These hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\n[05:37.48] Like they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\n[05:39.38] Cop keys of that cake, Ma\n[05:40.96] Stacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\n[05:43.64] Big moves when the bricks move\n[05:45.33] Touch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\n[05:47.85] Young girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\n[05:50.88] Everybody from the block was lookin' to pop it\n[05:53.15] I was the monster who\n[05:54.40] Took this shit to the top, boy, like I'm Shane or Sully\n[05:56.79] The game is funny\n[05:57.94] Woah, what's happenin'?\n[06:05.27] Yeah, okay\n[06:08.71] I'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\n[06:12.27] Gold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\n[06:15.59] Real Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\n[06:19.51] All gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\n[06:22.78] I'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\n[06:26.00] And when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\n[06:29.65] I bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\n[06:33.14] Countin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\n[06:36.65] Just a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\n[06:40.57] Slidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\n[06:43.98] They never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\n[06:47.64] I show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n[06:50.98] 4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n[06:54.48] 2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\n[06:58.08] Bangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\n[07:01.03] In the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\n[07:05.13] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[07:09.68] Oh, oh, oh\n[07:13.36] Oh, oh, oh\n[07:16.82] Oh, oh, oh (Uh)\n[07:26.88] MAC was made in Bangladesh, spray the steps\n[07:29.32] Oops i made a mess (Brrt)\n[07:33.56] They upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\n[07:36.71] They depressed, they wavin' white flags, I'm still gon' wave this TEC\n[07:40.47] (Hahaha)\n[07:40.64] We take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\n[07:43.66] We rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\n[07:47.07] I cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\n[07:50.72] I'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n[07:54.29] (Talk to 'em)\n[07:54.83] Niggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\n[07:57.82] My bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\n[08:01.18] I don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n[08:04.72] (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n[08:06.04] Real pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\n[08:08.34] I'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\n[08:11.94] Past niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\n[08:15.39] Yeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\n[08:18.29] Like I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\n[08:22.39] Bottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\n[08:24.87] All the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\n[08:27.66] I bend your bitch, then tell her \"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\"\n[08:30.83] (Goodbye)\n[08:31.75] Then I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\n[08:34.35] Think you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift\n[08:37.93] (Talk to 'em)\n[08:38.68] Hiders called me from the Feds and said\n[08:40.99] \"I'm glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"\n[08:43.80] Oh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\n[08:49.35] Oh, oh, oh\n[08:51.21] (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\n[08:52.68] Oh, oh, oh\n[08:54.86] Oh, oh, oh\n[08:58.08] (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n[09:02.17] When we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\n[09:05.64] We done lived it all\n[09:07.40] We the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\n[09:13.34] We came Back to the Future to\n[09:16.60] Be the Terminators of the Matrix\n[09:18.32] We the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\n[09:23.13] See, no Mission is Impossible\n[09:25.54] When you this Fast and Furious\n[09:28.14] Niggas Die Hard when\n[09:30.11] We show 'em the Final Destination\n[09:31.97] It's been a pleasure\n[09:37.19] Hitler Wears Hermès 10\n[09:41.56] DJ Drama\n[09:46.10] And like that, we gone\n[09:51.87] B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\n[09:55.16] Gunn, holla at me\n[09:59.48] Legendary, timeless\n[10:04.94] Just make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n[10:07.83] (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n[10:10.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Red Death (Feat. 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That tell me that these\n  start_ms: 53710\n  end_ms: 55530\n- text: Niggas do a lot of cheerleadin' (Lot of cheerleadin')\n  start_ms: 55530\n  end_ms: 57500\n- text: And these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\n  start_ms: 57500\n  end_ms: 60030\n- text: And the Butcher comin', motherfucker\n  start_ms: 60030\n  end_ms: 61750\n- text: Never seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\n  start_ms: 61750\n  end_ms: 65000\n- text: I got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\n  start_ms: 65000\n  end_ms: 66720\n- text: But we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\n  start_ms: 66720\n  end_ms: 68520\n- text: I put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 68520\n  end_ms: 70150\n- text: When y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\n  start_ms: 70150\n  end_ms: 72120\n- text: I think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\n  start_ms: 72120\n  end_ms: 75160\n- text: I play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\n  start_ms: 75160\n  end_ms: 78710\n- text: I can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\n  start_ms: 78710\n  end_ms: 82290\n- text: Giants Monday night football, I'm watchin'\n  start_ms: 82290\n  end_ms: 84450\n- text: From the box (From the box)\n  start_ms: 84450\n  end_ms: 85490\n- text: Me and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\n  start_ms: 85490\n  end_ms: 87300\n- text: I'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\n  start_ms: 87300\n  end_ms: 90060\n- text: You make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 90060\n  end_ms: 92050\n- text: You makin' moves, nigga? 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(Stove)\n  start_ms: 159940\n  end_ms: 162570\n- text: The cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White\n  start_ms: 162570\n  end_ms: 165930\n- text: (Hahaha)\n  start_ms: 165930\n  end_ms: 166460\n- text: It started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\n  start_ms: 166460\n  end_ms: 169160\n- text: Needles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\n  start_ms: 169160\n  end_ms: 171990\n- text: Sparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\n  start_ms: 171990\n  end_ms: 175170\n- text: VVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\n  start_ms: 175170\n  end_ms: 179870\n- text: I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\n  start_ms: 179870\n  end_ms: 181980\n- text: The trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\n  start_ms: 181980\n  end_ms: 185570\n- text: If you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\n  start_ms: 185570\n  end_ms: 188630\n- text: Gina Jackson face on a brick stamp\n  start_ms: 188630\n  end_ms: 191620\n- text: Left the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\n  start_ms: 191620\n  end_ms: 194060\n- text: I went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\n  start_ms: 194060\n  end_ms: 197550\n- text: Get low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\n  start_ms: 197550\n  end_ms: 199790\n- text: They askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\n  start_ms: 199790\n  end_ms: 202850\n- text: Quarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\n  start_ms: 202850\n  end_ms: 206490\n- text: It ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\n  start_ms: 206490\n  end_ms: 210330\n- text: All that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\n  start_ms: 210330\n  end_ms: 213890\n- text: I rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\n  start_ms: 213890\n  end_ms: 216240\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 216240\n  end_ms: 219890\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 219890\n  end_ms: 223660\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 223660\n  end_ms: 225940\n- text: Oh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\n  start_ms: 225940\n  end_ms: 231470\n- text: Speed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\n  start_ms: 231470\n  end_ms: 236280\n- text: All the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\n  start_ms: 236280\n  end_ms: 239950\n- text: Make 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\n  start_ms: 239950\n  end_ms: 243160\n- text: He tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\n  start_ms: 243160\n  end_ms: 246670\n- text: They shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\n  start_ms: 246670\n  end_ms: 250560\n- text: Fast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\n  start_ms: 250560\n  end_ms: 254070\n- text: You know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\n  start_ms: 254070\n  end_ms: 257530\n- text: You dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\n  start_ms: 257530\n  end_ms: 260700\n- text: We so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\n  start_ms: 260700\n  end_ms: 264140\n- text: Could leave and come back, they'd still\n  start_ms: 264140\n  end_ms: 266160\n- text: Be fucked up in the same place\n  start_ms: 266160\n  end_ms: 267750\n- text: Light you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\n  start_ms: 267750\n  end_ms: 271190\n- text: Life dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\n  start_ms: 271190\n  end_ms: 274430\n- text: Chop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\n  start_ms: 274430\n  end_ms: 278130\n- text: Then I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\n  start_ms: 278130\n  end_ms: 281940\n- text: Ghost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\n  start_ms: 281940\n  end_ms: 284210\n- text: He tried to run, we blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet\n  start_ms: 284210\n  end_ms: 288380\n- text: (Boom)\n  start_ms: 288380\n  end_ms: 289780\n- text: All I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\n  start_ms: 289780\n  end_ms: 292430\n- text: On the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\n  start_ms: 292430\n  end_ms: 296030\n- text: Residue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n  start_ms: 296030\n  end_ms: 299130\n- text: (Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\n  start_ms: 299130\n  end_ms: 300910\n- text: All of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\n  start_ms: 300910\n  end_ms: 301590\n- text: All we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\n  start_ms: 301590\n  end_ms: 303620\n- text: Pop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\n  start_ms: 303620\n  end_ms: 306130\n- text: Piss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\n  start_ms: 306130\n  end_ms: 310180\n- text: Y'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\n  start_ms: 310180\n  end_ms: 313950\n- text: Nah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\n  start_ms: 313950\n  end_ms: 316820\n- text: Y'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 316820\n  end_ms: 318220\n- text: He hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\n  start_ms: 318220\n  end_ms: 319990\n- text: Throwin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n  start_ms: 319990\n  end_ms: 321700\n- text: '''Cause this shit''ll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)'\n  start_ms: 321700\n  end_ms: 323700\n- text: Gave bitches room, gave bitches doom\n  start_ms: 323700\n  end_ms: 325630\n- text: Let me starve, so I made bitches food\n  start_ms: 325630\n  end_ms: 327670\n- text: Made a lane and I made bitches move\n  start_ms: 327670\n  end_ms: 329960\n- text: Killed niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\n  start_ms: 329960\n  end_ms: 332290\n- text: Flow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\n  start_ms: 332290\n  end_ms: 333730\n- text: These hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\n  start_ms: 333730\n  end_ms: 337480\n- text: Like they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\n  start_ms: 337480\n  end_ms: 339380\n- text: Cop keys of that cake, Ma\n  start_ms: 339380\n  end_ms: 340960\n- text: Stacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\n  start_ms: 340960\n  end_ms: 343640\n- text: Big moves when the bricks move\n  start_ms: 343640\n  end_ms: 345330\n- text: Touch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\n  start_ms: 345330\n  end_ms: 347850\n- text: Young girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\n  start_ms: 347850\n  end_ms: 350880\n- text: Everybody from the block was lookin' to pop it\n  start_ms: 350880\n  end_ms: 353150\n- text: I was the monster who\n  start_ms: 353150\n  end_ms: 354400\n- text: Took this shit to the top, boy, like I'm Shane or Sully\n  start_ms: 354400\n  end_ms: 356790\n- text: The game is funny\n  start_ms: 356790\n  end_ms: 357940\n- text: Woah, what's happenin'?\n  start_ms: 357940\n  end_ms: 365270\n- text: Yeah, okay\n  start_ms: 365270\n  end_ms: 368710\n- text: I'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\n  start_ms: 368710\n  end_ms: 372270\n- text: Gold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\n  start_ms: 372270\n  end_ms: 375590\n- text: Real Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\n  start_ms: 375590\n  end_ms: 379510\n- text: All gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\n  start_ms: 379510\n  end_ms: 382780\n- text: I'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\n  start_ms: 382780\n  end_ms: 386000\n- text: And when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\n  start_ms: 386000\n  end_ms: 389650\n- text: I bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\n  start_ms: 389650\n  end_ms: 393140\n- text: Countin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\n  start_ms: 393140\n  end_ms: 396650\n- text: Just a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\n  start_ms: 396650\n  end_ms: 400570\n- text: Slidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\n  start_ms: 400570\n  end_ms: 403980\n- text: They never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\n  start_ms: 403980\n  end_ms: 407640\n- text: I show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n  start_ms: 407640\n  end_ms: 410980\n- text: 4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n  start_ms: 410980\n  end_ms: 414480\n- text: 2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\n  start_ms: 414480\n  end_ms: 418080\n- text: Bangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\n  start_ms: 418080\n  end_ms: 421030\n- text: In the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\n  start_ms: 421030\n  end_ms: 425130\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 425130\n  end_ms: 429680\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 429680\n  end_ms: 433360\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 433360\n  end_ms: 436820\n- text: Oh, oh, oh (Uh)\n  start_ms: 436820\n  end_ms: 446880\n- text: MAC was made in Bangladesh, spray the steps\n  start_ms: 446880\n  end_ms: 449320\n- text: Oops i made a mess (Brrt)\n  start_ms: 449320\n  end_ms: 453560\n- text: They upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\n  start_ms: 453560\n  end_ms: 456710\n- text: They depressed, they wavin' white flags, I'm still gon' wave this TEC\n  start_ms: 456710\n  end_ms: 460470\n- text: (Hahaha)\n  start_ms: 460470\n  end_ms: 460640\n- text: We take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\n  start_ms: 460640\n  end_ms: 463660\n- text: We rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\n  start_ms: 463660\n  end_ms: 467070\n- text: I cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\n  start_ms: 467070\n  end_ms: 470720\n- text: I'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n  start_ms: 470720\n  end_ms: 474290\n- text: (Talk to 'em)\n  start_ms: 474290\n  end_ms: 474830\n- text: Niggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\n  start_ms: 474830\n  end_ms: 477820\n- text: My bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\n  start_ms: 477820\n  end_ms: 481180\n- text: I don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n  start_ms: 481180\n  end_ms: 484720\n- text: (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  start_ms: 484720\n  end_ms: 486040\n- text: Real pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\n  start_ms: 486040\n  end_ms: 488340\n- text: I'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\n  start_ms: 488340\n  end_ms: 491940\n- text: Past niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\n  start_ms: 491940\n  end_ms: 495390\n- text: Yeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\n  start_ms: 495390\n  end_ms: 498290\n- text: Like I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\n  start_ms: 498290\n  end_ms: 502390\n- text: Bottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 502390\n  end_ms: 504870\n- text: All the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\n  start_ms: 504870\n  end_ms: 507660\n- text: I bend your bitch, then tell her \"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\"\n  start_ms: 507660\n  end_ms: 510830\n- text: (Goodbye)\n  start_ms: 510830\n  end_ms: 511750\n- text: Then I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\n  start_ms: 511750\n  end_ms: 514350\n- text: Think you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift\n  start_ms: 514350\n  end_ms: 517930\n- text: (Talk to 'em)\n  start_ms: 517930\n  end_ms: 518680\n- text: Hiders called me from the Feds and said\n  start_ms: 518680\n  end_ms: 520990\n- text: '\"I''m glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"'\n  start_ms: 520990\n  end_ms: 523800\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\n  start_ms: 523800\n  end_ms: 529350\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 529350\n  end_ms: 531210\n- text: (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\n  start_ms: 531210\n  end_ms: 532680\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 532680\n  end_ms: 534860\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 534860\n  end_ms: 538080\n- text: (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  start_ms: 538080\n  end_ms: 542170\n- text: When we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\n  start_ms: 542170\n  end_ms: 545640\n- text: We done lived it all\n  start_ms: 545640\n  end_ms: 547400\n- text: We the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\n  start_ms: 547400\n  end_ms: 553340\n- text: We came Back to the Future to\n  start_ms: 553340\n  end_ms: 556600\n- text: Be the Terminators of the Matrix\n  start_ms: 556600\n  end_ms: 558320\n- text: We the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\n  start_ms: 558320\n  end_ms: 563130\n- text: See, no Mission is Impossible\n  start_ms: 563130\n  end_ms: 565540\n- text: When you this Fast and Furious\n  start_ms: 565540\n  end_ms: 568140\n- text: Niggas Die Hard when\n  start_ms: 568140\n  end_ms: 570110\n- text: We show 'em the Final Destination\n  start_ms: 570110\n  end_ms: 571970\n- text: It's been a pleasure\n  start_ms: 571970\n  end_ms: 577190\n- text: Hitler Wears Hermès 10\n  start_ms: 577190\n  end_ms: 581560\n- text: DJ Drama\n  start_ms: 581560\n  end_ms: 586100\n- text: And like that, we gone\n  start_ms: 586100\n  end_ms: 591870\n- text: B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\n  start_ms: 591870\n  end_ms: 595160\n- text: Gunn, holla at me\n  start_ms: 595160\n  end_ms: 599480\n- text: Legendary, timeless\n  start_ms: 599480\n  end_ms: 604940\n- text: Just make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n  start_ms: 604940\n  end_ms: 607830\n- text: (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  start_ms: 607830\n  end_ms: 610620\nplain: |-\n  And now we've come to that time\n  Where the legend of Griselda lives forever\n  The Butcher comin' nigga\n  Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\n  Y'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\n  We the biggest (Biggest)\n  Yeah\n  I don't know nobody this hungry, I don't know nobody this humble\n  I don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan, I can switch jungles\n  I don't know nobody this gangsta, I don't know nobody this ready\n  Snatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\n  I don't know nobody this petty (Nah)\n  This where I take control of shit\n  This where I get to rap about sticks\n  And how we wrap bricks with petroleum\n  Clean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\n  My rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\n  West signed me, I was woke again\n  I'ma tell that story all over again (Yeah)\n  Get rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\n  They said I'd never switch it up\n  But I'm like three flows in on this verse\n  So what that tell you?\n  That tell me that these niggas do a lot of cheerleadin'\n  (Lot of cheerleadin')\n  And these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\n  And the Butcher comin', motherfucker\n  Never seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\n  I got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\n  But we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\n  I put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\n  When y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\n  I think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\n  I play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\n  I can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\n  Giants Monday night football, I'm watchin' from the box (From the box)\n  Me and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\n  I'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\n  You make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\n  You makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\n  That's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop (Yeah)\n  Then make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\n  It's the Butcher, nigga\n  When y'all tell the tale\n  Make sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\n  A team that was one of one\n  That shifted everything\n  The culture was never the same after they got here\n  Stove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\n  We can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\n  Ten course, three houses (Skrrt)\n  One house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\n  Perrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\n  We had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\n  Any doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow, my nigga\n  You gotta recount it\n  Ayo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\n  Wheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\n  McLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\n  Oh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  Uh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\n  The cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White (Hahaha)\n  It started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\n  Needles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\n  Sparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\n  VVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\n  I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\n  The trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\n  If you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\n  Gina Jackson face on a brick stamp\n  Left the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\n  I went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\n  Get low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\n  They askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\n  Quarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\n  It ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\n  All that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\n  I rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\n  Speed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\n  All the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\n  Make 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\n  He tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\n  They shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\n  Fast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\n  You know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\n  You dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\n  We so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\n  Could leave and come back, they'd still be fucked up in the same place\n  Light you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\n  Life dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\n  Chop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\n  Then I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\n  Ghost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\n  He tried to run\n  We blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet (Boom)\n  All I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\n  On the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\n  Residue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n  (Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\n  All of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\n  All we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\n  Pop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\n  Piss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\n  Y'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\n  Nah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\n  Y'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\n  He hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\n  Throwin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n  'Cause this shit'll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)\n  Gave bitches room, gave bitches doom\n  Let me starve, so I made bitches food\n  Made a lane and I made bitches move\n  Killed niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\n  Flow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\n  These hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\n  Like they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\n  Cop keys of that cake, Ma\n  Stacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\n  Big moves when the bricks move\n  Touch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\n  Young girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\n  Everybody from the block was lookin' to pop it, I was the monster who\n  Took this shit to the top, boy\n  Like I'm Shane or Sully, the game is funny\n  Woah, what's happenin'?\n  Yeah, okay\n  I'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\n  Gold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\n  Real Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\n  All gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\n  I'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\n  And when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\n  I bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\n  Countin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\n  Just a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\n  Slidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\n  They never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\n  I show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n  4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n  2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\n  Bangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\n  In the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh (Uh)\n  MAC was made in Bangladesh\n  Spray the steps, oops, I made a mess (Brrt)\n  They upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\n  They depressed, they wavin' white flags\n  I'm still gon' wave this TEC (Hahaha)\n  We take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\n  We rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\n  I cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\n  I'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n  (Talk to 'em)\n  Niggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\n  My bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\n  I don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n  (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  Real pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\n  I'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\n  Past niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\n  Yeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\n  Like I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\n  Bottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\n  All the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\n  I bend your bitch, then tell her\n  \"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\" (Goodbye)\n  Then I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\n  Think you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift (Talk to 'em)\n  Hiders called me from the Feds and said\n  \"I'm glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\n  Oh, oh, oh (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  When we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\n  We done lived it all\n  We the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\n  We came Back to the Future to be the Terminators of the Matrix\n  We the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\n  See, no Mission is Impossible when you this Fast and Furious\n  Niggas Die Hard when we show 'em the Final Destination\n  It's been a pleasure\n  Hitler Wears Hermès 10\n  DJ Drama\n  And like that, we gone\n  B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\n  Gunn, holla at me\n  Legendary, timeless\n  Just make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n  (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n"},{"id":13229828,"name":"Red Death (feat. Benny The Butcher, Stove God Cooks, Rome Streetz & Armani Caesar)","trackName":"Red Death (feat. Benny The Butcher, Stove God Cooks, Rome Streetz & Armani Caesar)","artistName":"Westside Gunn","albumName":"10","duration":623.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And now we've come to that time\nWhere the legend of Griselda lives forever\nThe Butcher comin' nigga\nAyo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\nY'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\nWe the biggest (Biggest)\nYeah\nI don't know nobody this hungry, I don't know nobody this humble\nI don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan, I can switch jungles\nI don't know nobody this gangsta, I don't know nobody this ready\nSnatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\nI don't know nobody this petty (Nah)\nThis where I take control of shit\nThis where I get to rap about sticks\nAnd how we wrap bricks with petroleum\nClean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\nMy rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\nWest signed me, I was woke again\nI'ma tell that story all over again (Yeah)\nGet rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\nThey said I'd never switch it up\nBut I'm like three flows in on this verse\nSo what that tell you?\nThat tell me that these niggas do a lot of cheerleadin'\n(Lot of cheerleadin')\nAnd these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\nAnd the Butcher comin', motherfucker\nNever seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\nI got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\nBut we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\nI put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\nWhen y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\nI think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\nI play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\nI can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\nGiants Monday night football, I'm watchin' from the box (From the box)\nMe and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\nI'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\nYou make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\nYou makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\nThat's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop (Yeah)\nThen make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\nIt's the Butcher, nigga\nWhen y'all tell the tale\nMake sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\nA team that was one of one\nThat shifted everything\nThe culture was never the same after they got here\nStove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\nWe can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\nTen course, three houses (Skrrt)\nOne house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\nPerrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\nWe had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\nAny doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow, my nigga\nYou gotta recount it\nAyo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\nWheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\nMcLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\nOh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\nUh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\nThe cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White (Hahaha)\nIt started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\nNeedles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\nSparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\nVVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\nI've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\nThe trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\nIf you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\nGina Jackson face on a brick stamp\nLeft the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\nI went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\nGet low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\nThey askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\nQuarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\nIt ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\nAll that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\nI rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\nSpeed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\nAll the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\nMake 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\nHe tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\nThey shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\nFast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\nYou know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\nYou dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\nWe so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\nCould leave and come back, they'd still be fucked up in the same place\nLight you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\nLife dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\nChop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\nThen I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\nGhost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\nHe tried to run\nWe blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet (Boom)\nAll I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\nOn the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\nResidue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n(Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\nAll of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\nAll we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\nPop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\nPiss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\nY'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\nNah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\nY'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\nHe hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\nThrowin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n'Cause this shit'll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)\nGave bitches room, gave bitches doom\nLet me starve, so I made bitches food\nMade a lane and I made bitches move\nKilled niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\nFlow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\nThese hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\nLike they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\nCop keys of that cake, Ma\nStacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\nBig moves when the bricks move\nTouch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\nYoung girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\nEverybody from the block was lookin' to pop it, I was the monster who\nTook this shit to the top, boy\nLike I'm Shane or Sully, the game is funny\nWoah, what's happenin'?\nYeah, okay\nI'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\nGold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\nReal Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\nAll gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\nI'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\nAnd when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\nI bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\nCountin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\nJust a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\nSlidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\nThey never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\nI show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\nBangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\nIn the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh (Uh)\nMAC was made in Bangladesh\nSpray the steps, oops, I made a mess (Brrt)\nThey upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\nThey depressed, they wavin' white flags\nI'm still gon' wave this TEC (Hahaha)\nWe take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\nWe rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\nI cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\nI'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n(Talk to 'em)\nNiggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\nMy bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\nI don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\nReal pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\nI'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\nPast niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\nYeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\nLike I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\nBottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\nAll the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\nI bend your bitch, then tell her\n\"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\" (Goodbye)\nThen I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\nThink you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift (Talk to 'em)\nHiders called me from the Feds and said\n\"I'm glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"\nOh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\nOh, oh, oh (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\n(Gangsta Gri-zillz)\nWhen we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\nWe done lived it all\nWe the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\nWe came Back to the Future to be the Terminators of the Matrix\nWe the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\nSee, no Mission is Impossible when you this Fast and Furious\nNiggas Die Hard when we show 'em the Final Destination\nIt's been a pleasure\nHitler Wears Hermès 10\nDJ Drama\nAnd like that, we gone\nB-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\nGunn, holla at me\nLegendary, timeless\nJust make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n(Gangsta Gri-zillz)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.99] And now we've come to that time\n[00:05.99] Where the legend of Griselda lives forever\n[00:07.88] The Butcher comin' nigga\n[00:09.76] Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\n[00:12.91] Y'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\n[00:16.34] We the biggest (Biggest)\n[00:18.65] Yeah\n[00:19.97] I don't know nobody this hungry\n[00:20.80] I don't know nobody this humble\n[00:23.19] I don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan\n[00:25.30] I can switch jungles\n[00:26.69] I don't know nobody this gangsta\n[00:28.46] I don't know nobody this ready\n[00:30.24] Snatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\n[00:31.59] I don't know nobody this petty\n[00:33.09] (Nah)\n[00:33.34] This where I take control of shit\n[00:35.20] This where I get to rap about sticks and\n[00:37.26] How we wrap bricks with petroleum\n[00:38.70] Clean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\n[00:40.58] My rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\n[00:43.90] West signed me, I was woke again, I'ma tell that story all over again\n[00:47.05] (Yeah)\n[00:47.11] Get rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\n[00:50.21] They said I'd never switch it up, but\n[00:51.99] I'm like three flows in on this verse\n[00:53.71] So what that tell you? That tell me that these\n[00:55.53] Niggas do a lot of cheerleadin' (Lot of cheerleadin')\n[00:57.50] And these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\n[01:00.03] And the Butcher comin', motherfucker\n[01:01.75] Never seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\n[01:05.00] I got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\n[01:06.72] But we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\n[01:08.52] I put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\n[01:10.15] When y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\n[01:12.12] I think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\n[01:15.16] I play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\n[01:18.71] I can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\n[01:22.29] Giants Monday night football, I'm watchin'\n[01:24.45] From the box (From the box)\n[01:25.49] Me and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\n[01:27.30] I'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\n[01:30.06] You make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\n[01:32.05] You makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\n[01:35.34] That's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop\n[01:38.85] (Yeah)\n[01:39.55] Then make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\n[01:42.58] It's the Butcher, nigga\n[01:43.95] When y'all tell the tale\n[01:46.82] Make sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\n[01:50.18] A team that was one of one\n[01:54.13] That shifted everything\n[01:57.93] The culture was never the same after they got here\n[02:00.74] Stove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\n[02:04.96] We can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\n[02:08.07] Ten course, three houses (Skrrt)\n[02:09.70] One house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\n[02:13.49] Perrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\n[02:16.43] We had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\n[02:20.03] Any doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow\n[02:23.39] My nigga you gotta recount it\n[02:25.29] Ayo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\n[02:28.01] Wheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\n[02:31.91] McLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\n[02:35.17] Oh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n[02:39.94] Uh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\n[02:42.57] The cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White\n[02:45.93] (Hahaha)\n[02:46.46] It started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\n[02:49.16] Needles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\n[02:51.99] Sparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\n[02:55.17] VVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\n[02:59.87] I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\n[03:01.98] The trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\n[03:05.57] If you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\n[03:08.63] Gina Jackson face on a brick stamp\n[03:11.62] Left the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\n[03:14.06] I went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\n[03:17.55] Get low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\n[03:19.79] They askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\n[03:22.85] Quarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\n[03:26.49] It ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\n[03:30.33] All that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\n[03:33.89] I rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\n[03:36.24] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[03:39.89] Oh, oh, oh\n[03:43.66] Oh, oh, oh\n[03:45.94] Oh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\n[03:51.47] Speed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\n[03:56.28] All the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\n[03:59.95] Make 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\n[04:03.16] He tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\n[04:06.67] They shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\n[04:10.56] Fast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\n[04:14.07] You know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\n[04:17.53] You dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\n[04:20.70] We so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\n[04:24.14] Could leave and come back, they'd still\n[04:26.16] Be fucked up in the same place\n[04:27.75] Light you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\n[04:31.19] Life dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\n[04:34.43] Chop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\n[04:38.13] Then I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\n[04:41.94] Ghost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\n[04:44.21] He tried to run, we blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet\n[04:48.38] (Boom)\n[04:49.78] All I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\n[04:52.43] On the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\n[04:56.03] Residue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n[04:59.13] (Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\n[05:00.91] All of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\n[05:01.59] All we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\n[05:03.62] Pop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\n[05:06.13] Piss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\n[05:10.18] Y'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\n[05:13.95] Nah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\n[05:16.82] Y'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\n[05:18.22] He hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\n[05:19.99] Throwin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n[05:21.70] 'Cause this shit'll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)\n[05:23.70] Gave bitches room, gave bitches doom\n[05:25.63] Let me starve, so I made bitches food\n[05:27.67] Made a lane and I made bitches move\n[05:29.96] Killed niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\n[05:32.29] Flow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\n[05:33.73] These hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\n[05:37.48] Like they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\n[05:39.38] Cop keys of that cake, Ma\n[05:40.96] Stacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\n[05:43.64] Big moves when the bricks move\n[05:45.33] Touch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\n[05:47.85] Young girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\n[05:50.88] Everybody from the block was lookin' to pop it\n[05:53.15] I was the monster who\n[05:54.40] Took this shit to the top, boy, like I'm Shane or Sully\n[05:56.79] The game is funny\n[05:57.94] Woah, what's happenin'?\n[06:05.27] Yeah, okay\n[06:08.71] I'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\n[06:12.27] Gold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\n[06:15.59] Real Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\n[06:19.51] All gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\n[06:22.78] I'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\n[06:26.00] And when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\n[06:29.65] I bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\n[06:33.14] Countin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\n[06:36.65] Just a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\n[06:40.57] Slidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\n[06:43.98] They never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\n[06:47.64] I show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n[06:50.98] 4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n[06:54.48] 2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\n[06:58.08] Bangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\n[07:01.03] In the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\n[07:05.13] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[07:09.68] Oh, oh, oh\n[07:13.36] Oh, oh, oh\n[07:16.82] Oh, oh, oh (Uh)\n[07:26.88] MAC was made in Bangladesh, spray the steps\n[07:29.32] Oops i made a mess (Brrt)\n[07:33.56] They upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\n[07:36.71] They depressed, they wavin' white flags, I'm still gon' wave this TEC\n[07:40.47] (Hahaha)\n[07:40.64] We take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\n[07:43.66] We rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\n[07:47.07] I cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\n[07:50.72] I'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n[07:54.29] (Talk to 'em)\n[07:54.83] Niggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\n[07:57.82] My bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\n[08:01.18] I don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n[08:04.72] (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n[08:06.04] Real pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\n[08:08.34] I'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\n[08:11.94] Past niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\n[08:15.39] Yeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\n[08:18.29] Like I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\n[08:22.39] Bottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\n[08:24.87] All the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\n[08:27.66] I bend your bitch, then tell her \"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\"\n[08:30.83] (Goodbye)\n[08:31.75] Then I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\n[08:34.35] Think you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift\n[08:37.93] (Talk to 'em)\n[08:38.68] Hiders called me from the Feds and said\n[08:40.99] \"I'm glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"\n[08:43.80] Oh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\n[08:49.35] Oh, oh, oh\n[08:51.21] (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\n[08:52.68] Oh, oh, oh\n[08:54.86] Oh, oh, oh\n[08:58.08] (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n[09:02.17] When we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\n[09:05.64] We done lived it all\n[09:07.40] We the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\n[09:13.34] We came Back to the Future to\n[09:16.60] Be the Terminators of the Matrix\n[09:18.32] We the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\n[09:23.13] See, no Mission is Impossible\n[09:25.54] When you this Fast and Furious\n[09:28.14] Niggas Die Hard when\n[09:30.11] We show 'em the Final Destination\n[09:31.97] It's been a pleasure\n[09:37.19] Hitler Wears Hermès 10\n[09:41.56] DJ Drama\n[09:46.10] And like that, we gone\n[09:51.87] B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\n[09:55.16] Gunn, holla at me\n[09:59.48] Legendary, timeless\n[10:04.94] Just make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n[10:07.83] (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n[10:10.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Red Death (feat. Benny The Butcher, Stove God Cooks, Rome Streetz & Armani Caesar)\n  artist: Westside Gunn\n  album: '10'\n  duration_ms: 623000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: And now we've come to that time\n  start_ms: 1990\n  end_ms: 5990\n- text: Where the legend of Griselda lives forever\n  start_ms: 5990\n  end_ms: 7880\n- text: The Butcher comin' nigga\n  start_ms: 7880\n  end_ms: 9760\n- text: Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\n  start_ms: 9760\n  end_ms: 12910\n- text: Y'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\n  start_ms: 12910\n  end_ms: 16340\n- text: We the biggest (Biggest)\n  start_ms: 16340\n  end_ms: 18650\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 18650\n  end_ms: 19970\n- text: I don't know nobody this hungry\n  start_ms: 19970\n  end_ms: 20800\n- text: I don't know nobody this humble\n  start_ms: 20800\n  end_ms: 23190\n- text: I don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan\n  start_ms: 23190\n  end_ms: 25300\n- text: I can switch jungles\n  start_ms: 25300\n  end_ms: 26690\n- text: I don't know nobody this gangsta\n  start_ms: 26690\n  end_ms: 28460\n- text: I don't know nobody this ready\n  start_ms: 28460\n  end_ms: 30240\n- text: Snatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\n  start_ms: 30240\n  end_ms: 31590\n- text: I don't know nobody this petty\n  start_ms: 31590\n  end_ms: 33090\n- text: (Nah)\n  start_ms: 33090\n  end_ms: 33340\n- text: This where I take control of shit\n  start_ms: 33340\n  end_ms: 35200\n- text: This where I get to rap about sticks and\n  start_ms: 35200\n  end_ms: 37260\n- text: How we wrap bricks with petroleum\n  start_ms: 37260\n  end_ms: 38700\n- text: Clean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 38700\n  end_ms: 40580\n- text: My rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\n  start_ms: 40580\n  end_ms: 43900\n- text: West signed me, I was woke again, I'ma tell that story all over again\n  start_ms: 43900\n  end_ms: 47050\n- text: (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 47050\n  end_ms: 47110\n- text: Get rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\n  start_ms: 47110\n  end_ms: 50210\n- text: They said I'd never switch it up, but\n  start_ms: 50210\n  end_ms: 51990\n- text: I'm like three flows in on this verse\n  start_ms: 51990\n  end_ms: 53710\n- text: So what that tell you? That tell me that these\n  start_ms: 53710\n  end_ms: 55530\n- text: Niggas do a lot of cheerleadin' (Lot of cheerleadin')\n  start_ms: 55530\n  end_ms: 57500\n- text: And these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\n  start_ms: 57500\n  end_ms: 60030\n- text: And the Butcher comin', motherfucker\n  start_ms: 60030\n  end_ms: 61750\n- text: Never seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\n  start_ms: 61750\n  end_ms: 65000\n- text: I got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\n  start_ms: 65000\n  end_ms: 66720\n- text: But we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\n  start_ms: 66720\n  end_ms: 68520\n- text: I put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 68520\n  end_ms: 70150\n- text: When y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\n  start_ms: 70150\n  end_ms: 72120\n- text: I think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\n  start_ms: 72120\n  end_ms: 75160\n- text: I play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\n  start_ms: 75160\n  end_ms: 78710\n- text: I can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\n  start_ms: 78710\n  end_ms: 82290\n- text: Giants Monday night football, I'm watchin'\n  start_ms: 82290\n  end_ms: 84450\n- text: From the box (From the box)\n  start_ms: 84450\n  end_ms: 85490\n- text: Me and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\n  start_ms: 85490\n  end_ms: 87300\n- text: I'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\n  start_ms: 87300\n  end_ms: 90060\n- text: You make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 90060\n  end_ms: 92050\n- text: You makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\n  start_ms: 92050\n  end_ms: 95340\n- text: That's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop\n  start_ms: 95340\n  end_ms: 98850\n- text: (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 98850\n  end_ms: 99550\n- text: Then make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\n  start_ms: 99550\n  end_ms: 102580\n- text: It's the Butcher, nigga\n  start_ms: 102580\n  end_ms: 103950\n- text: When y'all tell the tale\n  start_ms: 103950\n  end_ms: 106820\n- text: Make sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\n  start_ms: 106820\n  end_ms: 110180\n- text: A team that was one of one\n  start_ms: 110180\n  end_ms: 114130\n- text: That shifted everything\n  start_ms: 114130\n  end_ms: 117930\n- text: The culture was never the same after they got here\n  start_ms: 117930\n  end_ms: 120740\n- text: Stove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\n  start_ms: 120740\n  end_ms: 124960\n- text: We can break the whole shit down, go ounce for 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(Stove)\n  start_ms: 159940\n  end_ms: 162570\n- text: The cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White\n  start_ms: 162570\n  end_ms: 165930\n- text: (Hahaha)\n  start_ms: 165930\n  end_ms: 166460\n- text: It started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\n  start_ms: 166460\n  end_ms: 169160\n- text: Needles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\n  start_ms: 169160\n  end_ms: 171990\n- text: Sparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\n  start_ms: 171990\n  end_ms: 175170\n- text: VVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\n  start_ms: 175170\n  end_ms: 179870\n- text: I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\n  start_ms: 179870\n  end_ms: 181980\n- text: The trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\n  start_ms: 181980\n  end_ms: 185570\n- text: If you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\n  start_ms: 185570\n  end_ms: 188630\n- text: Gina Jackson face on a brick stamp\n  start_ms: 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oh, oh\n  start_ms: 223660\n  end_ms: 225940\n- text: Oh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\n  start_ms: 225940\n  end_ms: 231470\n- text: Speed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\n  start_ms: 231470\n  end_ms: 236280\n- text: All the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\n  start_ms: 236280\n  end_ms: 239950\n- text: Make 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\n  start_ms: 239950\n  end_ms: 243160\n- text: He tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\n  start_ms: 243160\n  end_ms: 246670\n- text: They shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\n  start_ms: 246670\n  end_ms: 250560\n- text: Fast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\n  start_ms: 250560\n  end_ms: 254070\n- text: You know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\n  start_ms: 254070\n  end_ms: 257530\n- text: You dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\n  start_ms: 257530\n  end_ms: 260700\n- text: We so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\n  start_ms: 260700\n  end_ms: 264140\n- text: Could leave and come back, they'd still\n  start_ms: 264140\n  end_ms: 266160\n- text: Be fucked up in the same place\n  start_ms: 266160\n  end_ms: 267750\n- text: Light you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\n  start_ms: 267750\n  end_ms: 271190\n- text: Life dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\n  start_ms: 271190\n  end_ms: 274430\n- text: Chop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\n  start_ms: 274430\n  end_ms: 278130\n- text: Then I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\n  start_ms: 278130\n  end_ms: 281940\n- text: Ghost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\n  start_ms: 281940\n  end_ms: 284210\n- text: He tried to run, we blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet\n  start_ms: 284210\n  end_ms: 288380\n- text: (Boom)\n  start_ms: 288380\n  end_ms: 289780\n- text: All I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\n  start_ms: 289780\n  end_ms: 292430\n- text: On the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\n  start_ms: 292430\n  end_ms: 296030\n- text: Residue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n  start_ms: 296030\n  end_ms: 299130\n- text: (Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\n  start_ms: 299130\n  end_ms: 300910\n- text: All of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\n  start_ms: 300910\n  end_ms: 301590\n- text: All we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\n  start_ms: 301590\n  end_ms: 303620\n- text: Pop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\n  start_ms: 303620\n  end_ms: 306130\n- text: Piss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\n  start_ms: 306130\n  end_ms: 310180\n- text: Y'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\n  start_ms: 310180\n  end_ms: 313950\n- text: Nah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\n  start_ms: 313950\n  end_ms: 316820\n- text: Y'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 316820\n  end_ms: 318220\n- text: He hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\n  start_ms: 318220\n  end_ms: 319990\n- text: Throwin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n  start_ms: 319990\n  end_ms: 321700\n- text: '''Cause this shit''ll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)'\n  start_ms: 321700\n  end_ms: 323700\n- text: Gave bitches room, gave bitches doom\n  start_ms: 323700\n  end_ms: 325630\n- text: Let me starve, so I made bitches food\n  start_ms: 325630\n  end_ms: 327670\n- text: Made a lane and I made bitches move\n  start_ms: 327670\n  end_ms: 329960\n- text: Killed niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\n  start_ms: 329960\n  end_ms: 332290\n- text: Flow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\n  start_ms: 332290\n  end_ms: 333730\n- text: These hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\n  start_ms: 333730\n  end_ms: 337480\n- text: Like they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\n  start_ms: 337480\n  end_ms: 339380\n- text: Cop keys of that cake, Ma\n  start_ms: 339380\n  end_ms: 340960\n- text: Stacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\n  start_ms: 340960\n  end_ms: 343640\n- text: Big moves when the bricks move\n  start_ms: 343640\n  end_ms: 345330\n- text: Touch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\n  start_ms: 345330\n  end_ms: 347850\n- text: Young girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\n  start_ms: 347850\n  end_ms: 350880\n- text: Everybody from the block was lookin' to pop it\n  start_ms: 350880\n  end_ms: 353150\n- text: I was the monster who\n  start_ms: 353150\n  end_ms: 354400\n- text: Took this shit to the top, boy, like I'm Shane or Sully\n  start_ms: 354400\n  end_ms: 356790\n- text: The game is funny\n  start_ms: 356790\n  end_ms: 357940\n- text: Woah, what's happenin'?\n  start_ms: 357940\n  end_ms: 365270\n- text: Yeah, okay\n  start_ms: 365270\n  end_ms: 368710\n- text: I'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\n  start_ms: 368710\n  end_ms: 372270\n- text: Gold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\n  start_ms: 372270\n  end_ms: 375590\n- text: Real Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\n  start_ms: 375590\n  end_ms: 379510\n- text: All gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\n  start_ms: 379510\n  end_ms: 382780\n- text: I'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\n  start_ms: 382780\n  end_ms: 386000\n- text: And when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\n  start_ms: 386000\n  end_ms: 389650\n- text: I bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\n  start_ms: 389650\n  end_ms: 393140\n- text: Countin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\n  start_ms: 393140\n  end_ms: 396650\n- text: Just a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\n  start_ms: 396650\n  end_ms: 400570\n- text: Slidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\n  start_ms: 400570\n  end_ms: 403980\n- text: They never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\n  start_ms: 403980\n  end_ms: 407640\n- text: I show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n  start_ms: 407640\n  end_ms: 410980\n- text: 4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n  start_ms: 410980\n  end_ms: 414480\n- text: 2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\n  start_ms: 414480\n  end_ms: 418080\n- text: Bangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\n  start_ms: 418080\n  end_ms: 421030\n- text: In the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\n  start_ms: 421030\n  end_ms: 425130\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 425130\n  end_ms: 429680\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 429680\n  end_ms: 433360\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 433360\n  end_ms: 436820\n- text: Oh, oh, oh (Uh)\n  start_ms: 436820\n  end_ms: 446880\n- text: MAC was made in Bangladesh, spray the steps\n  start_ms: 446880\n  end_ms: 449320\n- text: Oops i made a mess (Brrt)\n  start_ms: 449320\n  end_ms: 453560\n- text: They upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\n  start_ms: 453560\n  end_ms: 456710\n- text: They depressed, they wavin' white flags, I'm still gon' wave this TEC\n  start_ms: 456710\n  end_ms: 460470\n- text: (Hahaha)\n  start_ms: 460470\n  end_ms: 460640\n- text: We take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\n  start_ms: 460640\n  end_ms: 463660\n- text: We rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\n  start_ms: 463660\n  end_ms: 467070\n- text: I cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\n  start_ms: 467070\n  end_ms: 470720\n- text: I'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n  start_ms: 470720\n  end_ms: 474290\n- text: (Talk to 'em)\n  start_ms: 474290\n  end_ms: 474830\n- text: Niggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\n  start_ms: 474830\n  end_ms: 477820\n- text: My bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\n  start_ms: 477820\n  end_ms: 481180\n- text: I don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n  start_ms: 481180\n  end_ms: 484720\n- text: (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  start_ms: 484720\n  end_ms: 486040\n- text: Real pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\n  start_ms: 486040\n  end_ms: 488340\n- text: I'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\n  start_ms: 488340\n  end_ms: 491940\n- text: Past niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\n  start_ms: 491940\n  end_ms: 495390\n- text: Yeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\n  start_ms: 495390\n  end_ms: 498290\n- text: Like I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\n  start_ms: 498290\n  end_ms: 502390\n- text: Bottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 502390\n  end_ms: 504870\n- text: All the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\n  start_ms: 504870\n  end_ms: 507660\n- text: I bend your bitch, then tell her \"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\"\n  start_ms: 507660\n  end_ms: 510830\n- text: (Goodbye)\n  start_ms: 510830\n  end_ms: 511750\n- text: Then I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\n  start_ms: 511750\n  end_ms: 514350\n- text: Think you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift\n  start_ms: 514350\n  end_ms: 517930\n- text: (Talk to 'em)\n  start_ms: 517930\n  end_ms: 518680\n- text: Hiders called me from the Feds and said\n  start_ms: 518680\n  end_ms: 520990\n- text: '\"I''m glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"'\n  start_ms: 520990\n  end_ms: 523800\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\n  start_ms: 523800\n  end_ms: 529350\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 529350\n  end_ms: 531210\n- text: (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\n  start_ms: 531210\n  end_ms: 532680\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 532680\n  end_ms: 534860\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 534860\n  end_ms: 538080\n- text: (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  start_ms: 538080\n  end_ms: 542170\n- text: When we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\n  start_ms: 542170\n  end_ms: 545640\n- text: We done lived it all\n  start_ms: 545640\n  end_ms: 547400\n- text: We the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\n  start_ms: 547400\n  end_ms: 553340\n- text: We came Back to the Future to\n  start_ms: 553340\n  end_ms: 556600\n- text: Be the Terminators of the Matrix\n  start_ms: 556600\n  end_ms: 558320\n- text: We the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\n  start_ms: 558320\n  end_ms: 563130\n- text: See, no Mission is Impossible\n  start_ms: 563130\n  end_ms: 565540\n- text: When you this Fast and Furious\n  start_ms: 565540\n  end_ms: 568140\n- text: Niggas Die Hard when\n  start_ms: 568140\n  end_ms: 570110\n- text: We show 'em the Final Destination\n  start_ms: 570110\n  end_ms: 571970\n- text: It's been a pleasure\n  start_ms: 571970\n  end_ms: 577190\n- text: Hitler Wears Hermès 10\n  start_ms: 577190\n  end_ms: 581560\n- text: DJ Drama\n  start_ms: 581560\n  end_ms: 586100\n- text: And like that, we gone\n  start_ms: 586100\n  end_ms: 591870\n- text: B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\n  start_ms: 591870\n  end_ms: 595160\n- text: Gunn, holla at me\n  start_ms: 595160\n  end_ms: 599480\n- text: Legendary, timeless\n  start_ms: 599480\n  end_ms: 604940\n- text: Just make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n  start_ms: 604940\n  end_ms: 607830\n- text: (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  start_ms: 607830\n  end_ms: 610620\nplain: |-\n  And now we've come to that time\n  Where the legend of Griselda lives forever\n  The Butcher comin' nigga\n  Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\n  Y'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\n  We the biggest (Biggest)\n  Yeah\n  I don't know nobody this hungry, I don't know nobody this humble\n  I don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan, I can switch jungles\n  I don't know nobody this gangsta, I don't know nobody this ready\n  Snatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\n  I don't know nobody this petty (Nah)\n  This where I take control of shit\n  This where I get to rap about sticks\n  And how we wrap bricks with petroleum\n  Clean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\n  My rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\n  West signed me, I was woke again\n  I'ma tell that story all over again (Yeah)\n  Get rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\n  They said I'd never switch it up\n  But I'm like three flows in on this verse\n  So what that tell you?\n  That tell me that these niggas do a lot of cheerleadin'\n  (Lot of cheerleadin')\n  And these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\n  And the Butcher comin', motherfucker\n  Never seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\n  I got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\n  But we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\n  I put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\n  When y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\n  I think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\n  I play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\n  I can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\n  Giants Monday night football, I'm watchin' from the box (From the box)\n  Me and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\n  I'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\n  You make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\n  You makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\n  That's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop (Yeah)\n  Then make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\n  It's the Butcher, nigga\n  When y'all tell the tale\n  Make sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\n  A team that was one of one\n  That shifted everything\n  The culture was never the same after they got here\n  Stove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\n  We can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\n  Ten course, three houses (Skrrt)\n  One house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\n  Perrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\n  We had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\n  Any doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow, my nigga\n  You gotta recount it\n  Ayo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\n  Wheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\n  McLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\n  Oh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  Uh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\n  The cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White (Hahaha)\n  It started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\n  Needles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\n  Sparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\n  VVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\n  I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\n  The trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\n  If you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\n  Gina Jackson face on a brick stamp\n  Left the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\n  I went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\n  Get low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\n  They askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\n  Quarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\n  It ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\n  All that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\n  I rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\n  Speed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\n  All the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\n  Make 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\n  He tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\n  They shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\n  Fast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\n  You know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\n  You dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\n  We so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\n  Could leave and come back, they'd still be fucked up in the same place\n  Light you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\n  Life dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\n  Chop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\n  Then I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\n  Ghost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\n  He tried to run\n  We blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet (Boom)\n  All I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\n  On the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\n  Residue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n  (Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\n  All of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\n  All we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\n  Pop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\n  Piss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\n  Y'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\n  Nah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\n  Y'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\n  He hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\n  Throwin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n  'Cause this shit'll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)\n  Gave bitches room, gave bitches doom\n  Let me starve, so I made bitches food\n  Made a lane and I made bitches move\n  Killed niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\n  Flow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\n  These hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\n  Like they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\n  Cop keys of that cake, Ma\n  Stacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\n  Big moves when the bricks move\n  Touch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\n  Young girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\n  Everybody from the block was lookin' to pop it, I was the monster who\n  Took this shit to the top, boy\n  Like I'm Shane or Sully, the game is funny\n  Woah, what's happenin'?\n  Yeah, okay\n  I'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\n  Gold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\n  Real Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\n  All gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\n  I'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\n  And when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\n  I bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\n  Countin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\n  Just a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\n  Slidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\n  They never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\n  I show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n  4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n  2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\n  Bangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\n  In the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh (Uh)\n  MAC was made in Bangladesh\n  Spray the steps, oops, I made a mess (Brrt)\n  They upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\n  They depressed, they wavin' white flags\n  I'm still gon' wave this TEC (Hahaha)\n  We take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\n  We rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\n  I cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\n  I'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n  (Talk to 'em)\n  Niggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\n  My bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\n  I don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n  (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  Real pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\n  I'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\n  Past niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\n  Yeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\n  Like I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\n  Bottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\n  All the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\n  I bend your bitch, then tell her\n  \"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\" (Goodbye)\n  Then I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\n  Think you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift (Talk to 'em)\n  Hiders called me from the Feds and said\n  \"I'm glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\n  Oh, oh, oh (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  When we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\n  We done lived it all\n  We the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\n  We came Back to the Future to be the Terminators of the Matrix\n  We the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\n  See, no Mission is Impossible when you this Fast and Furious\n  Niggas Die Hard when we show 'em the Final Destination\n  It's been a pleasure\n  Hitler Wears Hermès 10\n  DJ Drama\n  And like that, we gone\n  B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\n  Gunn, holla at me\n  Legendary, timeless\n  Just make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n  (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n"},{"id":9376865,"name":"Red Death (feat. Benny the Butcher, Stove God Cooks, Rome Streetz, Armani Caesar, Jay Worthy, Conway, & Robby)","trackName":"Red Death (feat. Benny the Butcher, Stove God Cooks, Rome Streetz, Armani Caesar, Jay Worthy, Conway, & Robby)","artistName":"Westside Gunn","albumName":"10","duration":623.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And now we've come to that time\nWhere the legend of Griselda lives forever\nThe Butcher comin' nigga\nAyo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\nY'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\nWe the biggest (Biggest)\nYeah\nI don't know nobody this hungry, I don't know nobody this humble\nI don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan, I can switch jungles\nI don't know nobody this gangsta, I don't know nobody this ready\nSnatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\nI don't know nobody this petty (Nah)\nThis where I take control of shit\nThis where I get to rap about sticks\nAnd how we wrap bricks with petroleum\nClean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\nMy rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\nWest signed me, I was woke again\nI'ma tell that story all over again (Yeah)\nGet rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\nThey said I'd never switch it up\nBut I'm like three flows in on this verse\nSo what that tell you?\nThat tell me that these niggas do a lot of cheerleadin'\n(Lot of cheerleadin')\nAnd these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\nAnd the Butcher comin', motherfucker\nNever seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\nI got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\nBut we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\nI put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\nWhen y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\nI think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\nI play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\nI can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\nGiants Monday night football, I'm watchin' from the box (From the box)\nMe and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\nI'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\nYou make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\nYou makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\nThat's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop (Yeah)\nThen make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\nIt's the Butcher, nigga\nWhen y'all tell the tale\nMake sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\nA team that was one of one\nThat shifted everything\nThe culture was never the same after they got here\nStove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\nWe can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\nTen course, three houses (Skrrt)\nOne house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\nPerrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\nWe had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\nAny doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow, my nigga\nYou gotta recount it\nAyo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\nWheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\nMcLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\nOh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\nUh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\nThe cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White (Hahaha)\nIt started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\nNeedles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\nSparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\nVVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\nI've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\nThe trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\nIf you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\nGina Jackson face on a brick stamp\nLeft the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\nI went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\nGet low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\nThey askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\nQuarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\nIt ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\nAll that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\nI rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\nSpeed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\nAll the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\nMake 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\nHe tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\nThey shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\nFast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\nYou know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\nYou dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\nWe so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\nCould leave and come back, they'd still be fucked up in the same place\nLight you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\nLife dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\nChop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\nThen I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\nGhost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\nHe tried to run\nWe blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet (Boom)\nAll I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\nOn the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\nResidue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n(Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\nAll of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\nAll we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\nPop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\nPiss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\nY'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\nNah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\nY'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\nHe hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\nThrowin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n'Cause this shit'll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)\nGave bitches room, gave bitches doom\nLet me starve, so I made bitches food\nMade a lane and I made bitches move\nKilled niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\nFlow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\nThese hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\nLike they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\nCop keys of that cake, Ma\nStacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\nBig moves when the bricks move\nTouch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\nYoung girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\nEverybody from the block was lookin' to pop it, I was the monster who\nTook this shit to the top, boy\nLike I'm Shane or Sully, the game is funny\nWoah, what's happenin'?\nYeah, okay\nI'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\nGold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\nReal Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\nAll gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\nI'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\nAnd when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\nI bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\nCountin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\nJust a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\nSlidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\nThey never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\nI show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\nBangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\nIn the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh (Uh)\nMAC was made in Bangladesh\nSpray the steps, oops, I made a mess (Brrt)\nThey upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\nThey depressed, they wavin' white flags\nI'm still gon' wave this TEC (Hahaha)\nWe take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\nWe rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\nI cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\nI'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n(Talk to 'em)\nNiggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\nMy bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\nI don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\nReal pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\nI'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\nPast niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\nYeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\nLike I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\nBottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\nAll the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\nI bend your bitch, then tell her\n\"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\" (Goodbye)\nThen I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\nThink you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift (Talk to 'em)\nHiders called me from the Feds and said\n\"I'm glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"\nOh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\nOh, oh, oh (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\n(Gangsta Gri-zillz)\nWhen we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\nWe done lived it all\nWe the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\nWe came Back to the Future to be the Terminators of the Matrix\nWe the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\nSee, no Mission is Impossible when you this Fast and Furious\nNiggas Die Hard when we show 'em the Final Destination\nIt's been a pleasure\nHitler Wears Hermès 10\nDJ Drama\nAnd like that, we gone\nB-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\nGunn, holla at me\nLegendary, timeless\nJust make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n(Gangsta Gri-zillz)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.99] And now we've come to that time\n[00:05.99] Where the legend of Griselda lives forever\n[00:07.88] The Butcher comin' nigga\n[00:09.76] Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\n[00:12.91] Y'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\n[00:16.34] We the biggest (Biggest)\n[00:18.65] Yeah\n[00:19.97] I don't know nobody this hungry\n[00:20.80] I don't know nobody this humble\n[00:23.19] I don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan\n[00:25.30] I can switch jungles\n[00:26.69] I don't know nobody this gangsta\n[00:28.46] I don't know nobody this ready\n[00:30.24] Snatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\n[00:31.59] I don't know nobody this petty\n[00:33.09] (Nah)\n[00:33.34] This where I take control of shit\n[00:35.20] This where I get to rap about sticks and\n[00:37.26] How we wrap bricks with petroleum\n[00:38.70] Clean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\n[00:40.58] My rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\n[00:43.90] West signed me, I was woke again, I'ma tell that story all over again\n[00:47.05] (Yeah)\n[00:47.11] Get rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\n[00:50.21] They said I'd never switch it up, but\n[00:51.99] I'm like three flows in on this verse\n[00:53.71] So what that tell you? That tell me that these\n[00:55.53] Niggas do a lot of cheerleadin' (Lot of cheerleadin')\n[00:57.50] And these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\n[01:00.03] And the Butcher comin', motherfucker\n[01:01.75] Never seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\n[01:05.00] I got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\n[01:06.72] But we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\n[01:08.52] I put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\n[01:10.15] When y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\n[01:12.12] I think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\n[01:15.16] I play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\n[01:18.71] I can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\n[01:22.29] Giants Monday night football, I'm watchin'\n[01:24.45] From the box (From the box)\n[01:25.49] Me and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\n[01:27.30] I'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\n[01:30.06] You make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\n[01:32.05] You makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\n[01:35.34] That's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop\n[01:38.85] (Yeah)\n[01:39.55] Then make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\n[01:42.58] It's the Butcher, nigga\n[01:43.95] When y'all tell the tale\n[01:46.82] Make sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\n[01:50.18] A team that was one of one\n[01:54.13] That shifted everything\n[01:57.93] The culture was never the same after they got here\n[02:00.74] Stove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\n[02:04.96] We can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\n[02:08.07] Ten course, three houses (Skrrt)\n[02:09.70] One house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\n[02:13.49] Perrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\n[02:16.43] We had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\n[02:20.03] Any doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow\n[02:23.39] My nigga you gotta recount it\n[02:25.29] Ayo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\n[02:28.01] Wheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\n[02:31.91] McLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\n[02:35.17] Oh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n[02:39.94] Uh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\n[02:42.57] The cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White\n[02:45.93] (Hahaha)\n[02:46.46] It started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\n[02:49.16] Needles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\n[02:51.99] Sparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\n[02:55.17] VVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\n[02:59.87] I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\n[03:01.98] The trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\n[03:05.57] If you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\n[03:08.63] Gina Jackson face on a brick stamp\n[03:11.62] Left the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\n[03:14.06] I went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\n[03:17.55] Get low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\n[03:19.79] They askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\n[03:22.85] Quarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\n[03:26.49] It ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\n[03:30.33] All that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\n[03:33.89] I rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\n[03:36.24] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[03:39.89] Oh, oh, oh\n[03:43.66] Oh, oh, oh\n[03:45.94] Oh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\n[03:51.47] Speed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\n[03:56.28] All the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\n[03:59.95] Make 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\n[04:03.16] He tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\n[04:06.67] They shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\n[04:10.56] Fast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\n[04:14.07] You know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\n[04:17.53] You dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\n[04:20.70] We so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\n[04:24.14] Could leave and come back, they'd still\n[04:26.16] Be fucked up in the same place\n[04:27.75] Light you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\n[04:31.19] Life dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\n[04:34.43] Chop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\n[04:38.13] Then I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\n[04:41.94] Ghost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\n[04:44.21] He tried to run, we blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet\n[04:48.38] (Boom)\n[04:49.78] All I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\n[04:52.43] On the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\n[04:56.03] Residue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n[04:59.13] (Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\n[05:00.91] All of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\n[05:01.59] All we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\n[05:03.62] Pop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\n[05:06.13] Piss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\n[05:10.18] Y'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\n[05:13.95] Nah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\n[05:16.82] Y'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\n[05:18.22] He hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\n[05:19.99] Throwin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n[05:21.70] 'Cause this shit'll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)\n[05:23.70] Gave bitches room, gave bitches doom\n[05:25.63] Let me starve, so I made bitches food\n[05:27.67] Made a lane and I made bitches move\n[05:29.96] Killed niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\n[05:32.29] Flow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\n[05:33.73] These hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\n[05:37.48] Like they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\n[05:39.38] Cop keys of that cake, Ma\n[05:40.96] Stacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\n[05:43.64] Big moves when the bricks move\n[05:45.33] Touch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\n[05:47.85] Young girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\n[05:50.88] Everybody from the block was lookin' to pop it\n[05:53.15] I was the monster who\n[05:54.40] Took this shit to the top, boy, like I'm Shane or Sully\n[05:56.79] The game is funny\n[05:57.94] Woah, what's happenin'?\n[06:05.27] Yeah, okay\n[06:08.71] I'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\n[06:12.27] Gold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\n[06:15.59] Real Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\n[06:19.51] All gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\n[06:22.78] I'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\n[06:26.00] And when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\n[06:29.65] I bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\n[06:33.14] Countin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\n[06:36.65] Just a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\n[06:40.57] Slidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\n[06:43.98] They never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\n[06:47.64] I show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n[06:50.98] 4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n[06:54.48] 2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\n[06:58.08] Bangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\n[07:01.03] In the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\n[07:05.13] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[07:09.68] Oh, oh, oh\n[07:13.36] Oh, oh, oh\n[07:16.82] Oh, oh, oh (Uh)\n[07:26.88] MAC was made in Bangladesh, spray the steps\n[07:29.32] Oops i made a mess (Brrt)\n[07:33.56] They upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\n[07:36.71] They depressed, they wavin' white flags, I'm still gon' wave this TEC\n[07:40.47] (Hahaha)\n[07:40.64] We take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\n[07:43.66] We rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\n[07:47.07] I cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\n[07:50.72] I'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n[07:54.29] (Talk to 'em)\n[07:54.83] Niggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\n[07:57.82] My bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\n[08:01.18] I don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n[08:04.72] (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n[08:06.04] Real pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\n[08:08.34] I'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\n[08:11.94] Past niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\n[08:15.39] Yeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\n[08:18.29] Like I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\n[08:22.39] Bottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\n[08:24.87] All the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\n[08:27.66] I bend your bitch, then tell her \"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\"\n[08:30.83] (Goodbye)\n[08:31.75] Then I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\n[08:34.35] Think you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift\n[08:37.93] (Talk to 'em)\n[08:38.68] Hiders called me from the Feds and said\n[08:40.99] \"I'm glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"\n[08:43.80] Oh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\n[08:49.35] Oh, oh, oh\n[08:51.21] (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\n[08:52.68] Oh, oh, oh\n[08:54.86] Oh, oh, oh\n[08:58.08] (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n[09:02.17] When we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\n[09:05.64] We done lived it all\n[09:07.40] We the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\n[09:13.34] We came Back to the Future to\n[09:16.60] Be the Terminators of the Matrix\n[09:18.32] We the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\n[09:23.13] See, no Mission is Impossible\n[09:25.54] When you this Fast and Furious\n[09:28.14] Niggas Die Hard when\n[09:30.11] We show 'em the Final Destination\n[09:31.97] It's been a pleasure\n[09:37.19] Hitler Wears Hermès 10\n[09:41.56] DJ Drama\n[09:46.10] And like that, we gone\n[09:51.87] B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\n[09:55.16] Gunn, holla at me\n[09:59.48] Legendary, timeless\n[10:04.94] Just make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n[10:07.83] (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n[10:10.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Red Death (feat. Benny the Butcher, Stove God Cooks, Rome Streetz, Armani Caesar, Jay Worthy, Conway, & Robby)\n  artist: Westside Gunn\n  album: '10'\n  duration_ms: 623000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: And now we've come to that time\n  start_ms: 1990\n  end_ms: 5990\n- text: Where the legend of Griselda lives forever\n  start_ms: 5990\n  end_ms: 7880\n- text: The Butcher comin' nigga\n  start_ms: 7880\n  end_ms: 9760\n- text: Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\n  start_ms: 9760\n  end_ms: 12910\n- text: Y'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\n  start_ms: 12910\n  end_ms: 16340\n- text: We the biggest (Biggest)\n  start_ms: 16340\n  end_ms: 18650\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 18650\n  end_ms: 19970\n- text: I don't know nobody this hungry\n  start_ms: 19970\n  end_ms: 20800\n- text: I don't know nobody this humble\n  start_ms: 20800\n  end_ms: 23190\n- text: I don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan\n  start_ms: 23190\n  end_ms: 25300\n- text: I can switch jungles\n  start_ms: 25300\n  end_ms: 26690\n- text: I don't know nobody this gangsta\n  start_ms: 26690\n  end_ms: 28460\n- text: I don't know nobody this ready\n  start_ms: 28460\n  end_ms: 30240\n- text: Snatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\n  start_ms: 30240\n  end_ms: 31590\n- text: I don't know nobody this petty\n  start_ms: 31590\n  end_ms: 33090\n- text: (Nah)\n  start_ms: 33090\n  end_ms: 33340\n- text: This where I take control of shit\n  start_ms: 33340\n  end_ms: 35200\n- text: This where I get to rap about sticks and\n  start_ms: 35200\n  end_ms: 37260\n- text: How we wrap bricks with petroleum\n  start_ms: 37260\n  end_ms: 38700\n- text: Clean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 38700\n  end_ms: 40580\n- text: My rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\n  start_ms: 40580\n  end_ms: 43900\n- text: West signed me, I was woke again, I'ma tell that story all over again\n  start_ms: 43900\n  end_ms: 47050\n- text: (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 47050\n  end_ms: 47110\n- text: Get rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\n  start_ms: 47110\n  end_ms: 50210\n- text: They said I'd never switch it up, but\n  start_ms: 50210\n  end_ms: 51990\n- text: I'm like three flows in on this verse\n  start_ms: 51990\n  end_ms: 53710\n- text: So what that tell you? That tell me that these\n  start_ms: 53710\n  end_ms: 55530\n- text: Niggas do a lot of cheerleadin' (Lot of cheerleadin')\n  start_ms: 55530\n  end_ms: 57500\n- text: And these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\n  start_ms: 57500\n  end_ms: 60030\n- text: And the Butcher comin', motherfucker\n  start_ms: 60030\n  end_ms: 61750\n- text: Never seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\n  start_ms: 61750\n  end_ms: 65000\n- text: I got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\n  start_ms: 65000\n  end_ms: 66720\n- text: But we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\n  start_ms: 66720\n  end_ms: 68520\n- text: I put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 68520\n  end_ms: 70150\n- text: When y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\n  start_ms: 70150\n  end_ms: 72120\n- text: I think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\n  start_ms: 72120\n  end_ms: 75160\n- text: I play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\n  start_ms: 75160\n  end_ms: 78710\n- text: I can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\n  start_ms: 78710\n  end_ms: 82290\n- text: Giants Monday night football, I'm watchin'\n  start_ms: 82290\n  end_ms: 84450\n- text: From the box (From the box)\n  start_ms: 84450\n  end_ms: 85490\n- text: Me and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\n  start_ms: 85490\n  end_ms: 87300\n- text: I'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\n  start_ms: 87300\n  end_ms: 90060\n- text: You make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 90060\n  end_ms: 92050\n- text: You makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\n  start_ms: 92050\n  end_ms: 95340\n- text: That's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop\n  start_ms: 95340\n  end_ms: 98850\n- text: (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 98850\n  end_ms: 99550\n- text: Then make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\n  start_ms: 99550\n  end_ms: 102580\n- text: It's the Butcher, nigga\n  start_ms: 102580\n  end_ms: 103950\n- text: When y'all tell the tale\n  start_ms: 103950\n  end_ms: 106820\n- text: Make sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\n  start_ms: 106820\n  end_ms: 110180\n- text: A team that was one of one\n  start_ms: 110180\n  end_ms: 114130\n- text: That shifted everything\n  start_ms: 114130\n  end_ms: 117930\n- text: The culture was never the same after they got here\n  start_ms: 117930\n  end_ms: 120740\n- text: Stove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\n  start_ms: 120740\n  end_ms: 124960\n- text: We can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\n  start_ms: 124960\n  end_ms: 128070\n- text: Ten course, three houses (Skrrt)\n  start_ms: 128070\n  end_ms: 129700\n- text: One house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\n  start_ms: 129700\n  end_ms: 133490\n- text: Perrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\n  start_ms: 133490\n  end_ms: 136430\n- text: We had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\n  start_ms: 136430\n  end_ms: 140030\n- text: Any doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow\n  start_ms: 140030\n  end_ms: 143390\n- text: My nigga you gotta recount it\n  start_ms: 143390\n  end_ms: 145290\n- text: Ayo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\n  start_ms: 145290\n  end_ms: 148010\n- text: Wheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\n  start_ms: 148010\n  end_ms: 151910\n- text: McLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\n  start_ms: 151910\n  end_ms: 155170\n- text: Oh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  start_ms: 155170\n  end_ms: 159940\n- text: Uh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\n  start_ms: 159940\n  end_ms: 162570\n- text: The cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White\n  start_ms: 162570\n  end_ms: 165930\n- text: (Hahaha)\n  start_ms: 165930\n  end_ms: 166460\n- text: It started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\n  start_ms: 166460\n  end_ms: 169160\n- text: Needles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\n  start_ms: 169160\n  end_ms: 171990\n- text: Sparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\n  start_ms: 171990\n  end_ms: 175170\n- text: VVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\n  start_ms: 175170\n  end_ms: 179870\n- text: I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\n  start_ms: 179870\n  end_ms: 181980\n- text: The trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\n  start_ms: 181980\n  end_ms: 185570\n- text: If you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\n  start_ms: 185570\n  end_ms: 188630\n- text: Gina Jackson face on a brick stamp\n  start_ms: 188630\n  end_ms: 191620\n- text: Left the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\n  start_ms: 191620\n  end_ms: 194060\n- text: I went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\n  start_ms: 194060\n  end_ms: 197550\n- text: Get low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\n  start_ms: 197550\n  end_ms: 199790\n- text: They askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\n  start_ms: 199790\n  end_ms: 202850\n- text: Quarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\n  start_ms: 202850\n  end_ms: 206490\n- text: It ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\n  start_ms: 206490\n  end_ms: 210330\n- text: All that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\n  start_ms: 210330\n  end_ms: 213890\n- text: I rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\n  start_ms: 213890\n  end_ms: 216240\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 216240\n  end_ms: 219890\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 219890\n  end_ms: 223660\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 223660\n  end_ms: 225940\n- text: Oh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\n  start_ms: 225940\n  end_ms: 231470\n- text: Speed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\n  start_ms: 231470\n  end_ms: 236280\n- text: All the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\n  start_ms: 236280\n  end_ms: 239950\n- text: Make 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\n  start_ms: 239950\n  end_ms: 243160\n- text: He tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\n  start_ms: 243160\n  end_ms: 246670\n- text: They shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\n  start_ms: 246670\n  end_ms: 250560\n- text: Fast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\n  start_ms: 250560\n  end_ms: 254070\n- text: You know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\n  start_ms: 254070\n  end_ms: 257530\n- text: You dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\n  start_ms: 257530\n  end_ms: 260700\n- text: We so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\n  start_ms: 260700\n  end_ms: 264140\n- text: Could leave and come back, they'd still\n  start_ms: 264140\n  end_ms: 266160\n- text: Be fucked up in the same place\n  start_ms: 266160\n  end_ms: 267750\n- text: Light you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\n  start_ms: 267750\n  end_ms: 271190\n- text: Life dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\n  start_ms: 271190\n  end_ms: 274430\n- text: Chop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\n  start_ms: 274430\n  end_ms: 278130\n- text: Then I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\n  start_ms: 278130\n  end_ms: 281940\n- text: Ghost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\n  start_ms: 281940\n  end_ms: 284210\n- text: He tried to run, we blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet\n  start_ms: 284210\n  end_ms: 288380\n- text: (Boom)\n  start_ms: 288380\n  end_ms: 289780\n- text: All I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\n  start_ms: 289780\n  end_ms: 292430\n- text: On the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\n  start_ms: 292430\n  end_ms: 296030\n- text: Residue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n  start_ms: 296030\n  end_ms: 299130\n- text: (Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\n  start_ms: 299130\n  end_ms: 300910\n- text: All of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\n  start_ms: 300910\n  end_ms: 301590\n- text: All we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\n  start_ms: 301590\n  end_ms: 303620\n- text: Pop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\n  start_ms: 303620\n  end_ms: 306130\n- text: Piss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\n  start_ms: 306130\n  end_ms: 310180\n- text: Y'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\n  start_ms: 310180\n  end_ms: 313950\n- text: Nah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\n  start_ms: 313950\n  end_ms: 316820\n- text: Y'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 316820\n  end_ms: 318220\n- text: He hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\n  start_ms: 318220\n  end_ms: 319990\n- text: Throwin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n  start_ms: 319990\n  end_ms: 321700\n- text: '''Cause this shit''ll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)'\n  start_ms: 321700\n  end_ms: 323700\n- text: Gave bitches room, gave bitches doom\n  start_ms: 323700\n  end_ms: 325630\n- text: Let me starve, so I made bitches food\n  start_ms: 325630\n  end_ms: 327670\n- text: Made a lane and I made bitches move\n  start_ms: 327670\n  end_ms: 329960\n- text: Killed niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\n  start_ms: 329960\n  end_ms: 332290\n- text: Flow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\n  start_ms: 332290\n  end_ms: 333730\n- text: These hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\n  start_ms: 333730\n  end_ms: 337480\n- text: Like they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\n  start_ms: 337480\n  end_ms: 339380\n- text: Cop keys of that cake, Ma\n  start_ms: 339380\n  end_ms: 340960\n- text: Stacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\n  start_ms: 340960\n  end_ms: 343640\n- text: Big moves when the bricks move\n  start_ms: 343640\n  end_ms: 345330\n- text: Touch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\n  start_ms: 345330\n  end_ms: 347850\n- text: Young girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\n  start_ms: 347850\n  end_ms: 350880\n- text: Everybody from the block was lookin' to pop it\n  start_ms: 350880\n  end_ms: 353150\n- text: I was the monster who\n  start_ms: 353150\n  end_ms: 354400\n- text: Took this shit to the top, boy, like I'm Shane or Sully\n  start_ms: 354400\n  end_ms: 356790\n- text: The game is funny\n  start_ms: 356790\n  end_ms: 357940\n- text: Woah, what's happenin'?\n  start_ms: 357940\n  end_ms: 365270\n- text: Yeah, okay\n  start_ms: 365270\n  end_ms: 368710\n- text: I'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\n  start_ms: 368710\n  end_ms: 372270\n- text: Gold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\n  start_ms: 372270\n  end_ms: 375590\n- text: Real Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\n  start_ms: 375590\n  end_ms: 379510\n- text: All gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\n  start_ms: 379510\n  end_ms: 382780\n- text: I'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\n  start_ms: 382780\n  end_ms: 386000\n- text: And when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\n  start_ms: 386000\n  end_ms: 389650\n- text: I bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\n  start_ms: 389650\n  end_ms: 393140\n- text: Countin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\n  start_ms: 393140\n  end_ms: 396650\n- text: Just a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\n  start_ms: 396650\n  end_ms: 400570\n- text: Slidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\n  start_ms: 400570\n  end_ms: 403980\n- text: They never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\n  start_ms: 403980\n  end_ms: 407640\n- text: I show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n  start_ms: 407640\n  end_ms: 410980\n- text: 4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n  start_ms: 410980\n  end_ms: 414480\n- text: 2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\n  start_ms: 414480\n  end_ms: 418080\n- text: Bangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\n  start_ms: 418080\n  end_ms: 421030\n- text: In the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\n  start_ms: 421030\n  end_ms: 425130\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 425130\n  end_ms: 429680\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 429680\n  end_ms: 433360\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 433360\n  end_ms: 436820\n- text: Oh, oh, oh (Uh)\n  start_ms: 436820\n  end_ms: 446880\n- text: MAC was made in Bangladesh, spray the steps\n  start_ms: 446880\n  end_ms: 449320\n- text: Oops i made a mess (Brrt)\n  start_ms: 449320\n  end_ms: 453560\n- text: They upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\n  start_ms: 453560\n  end_ms: 456710\n- text: They depressed, they wavin' white flags, I'm still gon' wave this TEC\n  start_ms: 456710\n  end_ms: 460470\n- text: (Hahaha)\n  start_ms: 460470\n  end_ms: 460640\n- text: We take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\n  start_ms: 460640\n  end_ms: 463660\n- text: We rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\n  start_ms: 463660\n  end_ms: 467070\n- text: I cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\n  start_ms: 467070\n  end_ms: 470720\n- text: I'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n  start_ms: 470720\n  end_ms: 474290\n- text: (Talk to 'em)\n  start_ms: 474290\n  end_ms: 474830\n- text: Niggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\n  start_ms: 474830\n  end_ms: 477820\n- text: My bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\n  start_ms: 477820\n  end_ms: 481180\n- text: I don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n  start_ms: 481180\n  end_ms: 484720\n- text: (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  start_ms: 484720\n  end_ms: 486040\n- text: Real pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\n  start_ms: 486040\n  end_ms: 488340\n- text: I'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\n  start_ms: 488340\n  end_ms: 491940\n- text: Past niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\n  start_ms: 491940\n  end_ms: 495390\n- text: Yeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\n  start_ms: 495390\n  end_ms: 498290\n- text: Like I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\n  start_ms: 498290\n  end_ms: 502390\n- text: Bottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 502390\n  end_ms: 504870\n- text: All the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\n  start_ms: 504870\n  end_ms: 507660\n- text: I bend your bitch, then tell her \"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\"\n  start_ms: 507660\n  end_ms: 510830\n- text: (Goodbye)\n  start_ms: 510830\n  end_ms: 511750\n- text: Then I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\n  start_ms: 511750\n  end_ms: 514350\n- text: Think you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift\n  start_ms: 514350\n  end_ms: 517930\n- text: (Talk to 'em)\n  start_ms: 517930\n  end_ms: 518680\n- text: Hiders called me from the Feds and said\n  start_ms: 518680\n  end_ms: 520990\n- text: '\"I''m glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"'\n  start_ms: 520990\n  end_ms: 523800\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\n  start_ms: 523800\n  end_ms: 529350\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 529350\n  end_ms: 531210\n- text: (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\n  start_ms: 531210\n  end_ms: 532680\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 532680\n  end_ms: 534860\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 534860\n  end_ms: 538080\n- text: (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  start_ms: 538080\n  end_ms: 542170\n- text: When we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\n  start_ms: 542170\n  end_ms: 545640\n- text: We done lived it all\n  start_ms: 545640\n  end_ms: 547400\n- text: We the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\n  start_ms: 547400\n  end_ms: 553340\n- text: We came Back to the Future to\n  start_ms: 553340\n  end_ms: 556600\n- text: Be the Terminators of the Matrix\n  start_ms: 556600\n  end_ms: 558320\n- text: We the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\n  start_ms: 558320\n  end_ms: 563130\n- text: See, no Mission is Impossible\n  start_ms: 563130\n  end_ms: 565540\n- text: When you this Fast and Furious\n  start_ms: 565540\n  end_ms: 568140\n- text: Niggas Die Hard when\n  start_ms: 568140\n  end_ms: 570110\n- text: We show 'em the Final Destination\n  start_ms: 570110\n  end_ms: 571970\n- text: It's been a pleasure\n  start_ms: 571970\n  end_ms: 577190\n- text: Hitler Wears Hermès 10\n  start_ms: 577190\n  end_ms: 581560\n- text: DJ Drama\n  start_ms: 581560\n  end_ms: 586100\n- text: And like that, we gone\n  start_ms: 586100\n  end_ms: 591870\n- text: B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\n  start_ms: 591870\n  end_ms: 595160\n- text: Gunn, holla at me\n  start_ms: 595160\n  end_ms: 599480\n- text: Legendary, timeless\n  start_ms: 599480\n  end_ms: 604940\n- text: Just make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n  start_ms: 604940\n  end_ms: 607830\n- text: (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  start_ms: 607830\n  end_ms: 610620\nplain: |-\n  And now we've come to that time\n  Where the legend of Griselda lives forever\n  The Butcher comin' nigga\n  Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\n  Y'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\n  We the biggest (Biggest)\n  Yeah\n  I don't know nobody this hungry, I don't know nobody this humble\n  I don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan, I can switch jungles\n  I don't know nobody this gangsta, I don't know nobody this ready\n  Snatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\n  I don't know nobody this petty (Nah)\n  This where I take control of shit\n  This where I get to rap about sticks\n  And how we wrap bricks with petroleum\n  Clean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\n  My rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\n  West signed me, I was woke again\n  I'ma tell that story all over again (Yeah)\n  Get rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\n  They said I'd never switch it up\n  But I'm like three flows in on this verse\n  So what that tell you?\n  That tell me that these niggas do a lot of cheerleadin'\n  (Lot of cheerleadin')\n  And these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\n  And the Butcher comin', motherfucker\n  Never seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\n  I got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\n  But we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\n  I put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\n  When y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\n  I think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\n  I play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\n  I can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\n  Giants Monday night football, I'm watchin' from the box (From the box)\n  Me and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\n  I'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\n  You make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\n  You makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\n  That's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop (Yeah)\n  Then make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\n  It's the Butcher, nigga\n  When y'all tell the tale\n  Make sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\n  A team that was one of one\n  That shifted everything\n  The culture was never the same after they got here\n  Stove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\n  We can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\n  Ten course, three houses (Skrrt)\n  One house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\n  Perrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\n  We had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\n  Any doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow, my nigga\n  You gotta recount it\n  Ayo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\n  Wheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\n  McLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\n  Oh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  Uh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\n  The cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White (Hahaha)\n  It started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\n  Needles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\n  Sparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\n  VVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\n  I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\n  The trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\n  If you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\n  Gina Jackson face on a brick stamp\n  Left the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\n  I went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\n  Get low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\n  They askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\n  Quarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\n  It ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\n  All that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\n  I rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\n  Speed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\n  All the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\n  Make 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\n  He tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\n  They shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\n  Fast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\n  You know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\n  You dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\n  We so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\n  Could leave and come back, they'd still be fucked up in the same place\n  Light you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\n  Life dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\n  Chop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\n  Then I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\n  Ghost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\n  He tried to run\n  We blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet (Boom)\n  All I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\n  On the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\n  Residue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n  (Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\n  All of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\n  All we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\n  Pop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\n  Piss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\n  Y'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\n  Nah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\n  Y'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\n  He hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\n  Throwin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n  'Cause this shit'll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)\n  Gave bitches room, gave bitches doom\n  Let me starve, so I made bitches food\n  Made a lane and I made bitches move\n  Killed niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\n  Flow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\n  These hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\n  Like they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\n  Cop keys of that cake, Ma\n  Stacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\n  Big moves when the bricks move\n  Touch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\n  Young girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\n  Everybody from the block was lookin' to pop it, I was the monster who\n  Took this shit to the top, boy\n  Like I'm Shane or Sully, the game is funny\n  Woah, what's happenin'?\n  Yeah, okay\n  I'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\n  Gold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\n  Real Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\n  All gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\n  I'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\n  And when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\n  I bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\n  Countin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\n  Just a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\n  Slidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\n  They never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\n  I show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n  4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n  2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\n  Bangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\n  In the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh (Uh)\n  MAC was made in Bangladesh\n  Spray the steps, oops, I made a mess (Brrt)\n  They upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\n  They depressed, they wavin' white flags\n  I'm still gon' wave this TEC (Hahaha)\n  We take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\n  We rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\n  I cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\n  I'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n  (Talk to 'em)\n  Niggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\n  My bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\n  I don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n  (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  Real pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\n  I'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\n  Past niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\n  Yeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\n  Like I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\n  Bottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\n  All the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\n  I bend your bitch, then tell her\n  \"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\" (Goodbye)\n  Then I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\n  Think you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift (Talk to 'em)\n  Hiders called me from the Feds and said\n  \"I'm glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\n  Oh, oh, oh (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  When we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\n  We done lived it all\n  We the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\n  We came Back to the Future to be the Terminators of the Matrix\n  We the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\n  See, no Mission is Impossible when you this Fast and Furious\n  Niggas Die Hard when we show 'em the Final Destination\n  It's been a pleasure\n  Hitler Wears Hermès 10\n  DJ Drama\n  And like that, we gone\n  B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\n  Gunn, holla at me\n  Legendary, timeless\n  Just make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n  (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n"},{"id":18559356,"name":"Red Death (feat. Armani Caesar, Benny the Butcher, Conway the Machine, Jay Worthy, Rome Streetz & Stove God Cooks)","trackName":"Red Death (feat. Armani Caesar, Benny the Butcher, Conway the Machine, Jay Worthy, Rome Streetz & Stove God Cooks)","artistName":"Westside Gunn","albumName":"10","duration":622.811429,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And now we've come to that time\nWhere the legend of Griselda lives forever\nThe Butcher comin' nigga\nAyo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\nY'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\nWe the biggest (Biggest)\nYeah\n\nI don't know nobody this hungry\nI don't know nobody this humble\nI don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan\nI can switch jungles\nI don't know nobody this gangsta\nI don't know nobody this ready\nSnatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\nI don't know nobody this petty\n(Nah)\nThis where I take control of shit\nThis where I get to rap about sticks and\nHow we wrap bricks with petroleum\nClean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\nMy rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\nWest signed me, I was woke again, I'ma tell that story all over again\n(Yeah)\nGet rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\nThey said I'd never switch it up, but\nI'm like three flows in on this verse\nSo what that tell you? That tell me that these\nNiggas do a lot of cheerleadin' (Lot of cheerleadin')\nAnd these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\nAnd the Butcher comin', motherfucker\nNever seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\nI got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\nBut we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\nI put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\nWhen y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\nI think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\nI play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\nI can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\nGiants Monday night football, I'm watchin'\nFrom the box (From the box)\nMe and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\nI'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\nYou make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\nYou makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\nThat's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop\n(Yeah)\nThen make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\nIt's the Butcher, nigga\n\nWhen y'all tell the tale\nMake sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\nA team that was one of one\nThat shifted everything\nThe culture was never the same after they got here\n\nStove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\nWe can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\nTen course, three houses (Skrrt)\nOne house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\nPerrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\nWe had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\nAny doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow\nMy nigga you gotta recount it\nAyo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\nWheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\nMcLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\nOh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n\nUh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\nThe cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White\n(Hahaha)\nIt started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\nNeedles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\nSparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\nVVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\nI've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\nThe trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\nIf you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\nGina Jackson face on a brick stamp\nLeft the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\nI went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\nGet low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\nThey askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\nQuarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\nIt ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\nAll that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\nI rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\n\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\n\nSpeed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\nAll the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\nMake 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\nHe tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\nThey shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\nFast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\nYou know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\nYou dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\nWe so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\nCould leave and come back, they'd still\nBe fucked up in the same place\nLight you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\nLife dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\nChop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\nThen I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\nGhost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\nHe tried to run, we blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet\n(Boom)\nAll I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\nOn the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\nResidue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n(Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\nAll of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\nAll we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\nPop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\nPiss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\n\nY'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\n\nNah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\nY'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\nHe hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\nThrowin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n'Cause this shit'll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)\nGave bitches room, gave bitches doom\nLet me starve, so I made bitches food\nMade a lane and I made bitches move\nKilled niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\nFlow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\nThese hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\nLike they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\nCop keys of that cake, Ma\nStacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\nBig moves when the bricks move\nTouch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\nYoung girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\nEverybody from the block was lookin' to pop it\nI was the monster who\nTook this shit to the top, boy, like I'm Shane or Sully\nThe game is funny\n\nWoah, what's happenin'?\nYeah, okay\n\nI'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\nGold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\nReal Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\nAll gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\nI'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\nAnd when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\nI bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\nCountin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\nJust a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\nSlidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\nThey never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\nI show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\nBangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\nIn the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\n\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh (Uh)\n\nMAC was made in Bangladesh, spray the steps\nOops i made a mess (Brrt)\nThey upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\nThey depressed, they wavin' white flags, I'm still gon' wave this TEC\n(Hahaha)\nWe take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\nWe rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\nI cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\nI'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n(Talk to 'em)\nNiggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\nMy bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\nI don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\nReal pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\nI'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\nPast niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\nYeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\nLike I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\nBottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\nAll the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\nI bend your bitch, then tell her \"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\"\n(Goodbye)\nThen I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\nThink you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift\n(Talk to 'em)\nHiders called me from the Feds and said\n\"I'm glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"\n\nOh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\nOh, oh, oh\n(Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\n(Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n\nWhen we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\nWe done lived it all\nWe the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\nWe came Back to the Future to\nBe the Terminators of the Matrix\nWe the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\nSee, no Mission is Impossible\nWhen you this Fast and Furious\nNiggas Die Hard when\nWe show 'em the Final Destination\nIt's been a pleasure\nHitler Wears Hermès 10\nDJ Drama\nAnd like that, we gone\nB-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\nGunn, holla at me\nLegendary, timeless\nJust make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n(Gangsta Gri-zillz)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Red Death (feat. Armani Caesar, Benny the Butcher, Conway the Machine, Jay Worthy, Rome Streetz & Stove God Cooks)\n  artist: Westside Gunn\n  album: '10'\n  duration_ms: 622811\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  And now we've come to that time\n  Where the legend of Griselda lives forever\n  The Butcher comin' nigga\n  Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\n  Y'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\n  We the biggest (Biggest)\n  Yeah\n\n  I don't know nobody this hungry\n  I don't know nobody this humble\n  I don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan\n  I can switch jungles\n  I don't know nobody this gangsta\n  I don't know nobody this ready\n  Snatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\n  I don't know nobody this petty\n  (Nah)\n  This where I take control of shit\n  This where I get to rap about sticks and\n  How we wrap bricks with petroleum\n  Clean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\n  My rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\n  West signed me, I was woke again, I'ma tell that story all over again\n  (Yeah)\n  Get rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\n  They said I'd never switch it up, but\n  I'm like three flows in on this verse\n  So what that tell you? That tell me that these\n  Niggas do a lot of cheerleadin' (Lot of cheerleadin')\n  And these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\n  And the Butcher comin', motherfucker\n  Never seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\n  I got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\n  But we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\n  I put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\n  When y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\n  I think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\n  I play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\n  I can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\n  Giants Monday night football, I'm watchin'\n  From the box (From the box)\n  Me and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\n  I'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\n  You make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\n  You makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\n  That's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop\n  (Yeah)\n  Then make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\n  It's the Butcher, nigga\n\n  When y'all tell the tale\n  Make sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\n  A team that was one of one\n  That shifted everything\n  The culture was never the same after they got here\n\n  Stove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\n  We can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\n  Ten course, three houses (Skrrt)\n  One house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\n  Perrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\n  We had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\n  Any doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow\n  My nigga you gotta recount it\n  Ayo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\n  Wheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\n  McLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\n  Oh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n\n  Uh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\n  The cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White\n  (Hahaha)\n  It started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\n  Needles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\n  Sparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\n  VVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\n  I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\n  The trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\n  If you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\n  Gina Jackson face on a brick stamp\n  Left the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\n  I went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\n  Get low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\n  They askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\n  Quarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\n  It ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\n  All that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\n  I rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\n\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\n\n  Speed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\n  All the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\n  Make 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\n  He tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\n  They shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\n  Fast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\n  You know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\n  You dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\n  We so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\n  Could leave and come back, they'd still\n  Be fucked up in the same place\n  Light you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\n  Life dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\n  Chop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\n  Then I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\n  Ghost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\n  He tried to run, we blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet\n  (Boom)\n  All I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\n  On the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\n  Residue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n  (Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\n  All of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\n  All we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\n  Pop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\n  Piss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\n\n  Y'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\n\n  Nah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\n  Y'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\n  He hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\n  Throwin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n  'Cause this shit'll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)\n  Gave bitches room, gave bitches doom\n  Let me starve, so I made bitches food\n  Made a lane and I made bitches move\n  Killed niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\n  Flow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\n  These hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\n  Like they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\n  Cop keys of that cake, Ma\n  Stacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\n  Big moves when the bricks move\n  Touch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\n  Young girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\n  Everybody from the block was lookin' to pop it\n  I was the monster who\n  Took this shit to the top, boy, like I'm Shane or Sully\n  The game is funny\n\n  Woah, what's happenin'?\n  Yeah, okay\n\n  I'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\n  Gold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\n  Real Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\n  All gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\n  I'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\n  And when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\n  I bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\n  Countin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\n  Just a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\n  Slidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\n  They never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\n  I show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n  4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n  2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\n  Bangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\n  In the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\n\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh (Uh)\n\n  MAC was made in Bangladesh, spray the steps\n  Oops i made a mess (Brrt)\n  They upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\n  They depressed, they wavin' white flags, I'm still gon' wave this TEC\n  (Hahaha)\n  We take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\n  We rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\n  I cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\n  I'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n  (Talk to 'em)\n  Niggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\n  My bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\n  I don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n  (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  Real pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\n  I'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\n  Past niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\n  Yeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\n  Like I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\n  Bottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\n  All the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\n  I bend your bitch, then tell her \"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\"\n  (Goodbye)\n  Then I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\n  Think you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift\n  (Talk to 'em)\n  Hiders called me from the Feds and said\n  \"I'm glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"\n\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n\n  When we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\n  We done lived it all\n  We the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\n  We came Back to the Future to\n  Be the Terminators of the Matrix\n  We the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\n  See, no Mission is Impossible\n  When you this Fast and Furious\n  Niggas Die Hard when\n  We show 'em the Final Destination\n  It's been a pleasure\n  Hitler Wears Hermès 10\n  DJ Drama\n  And like that, we gone\n  B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\n  Gunn, holla at me\n  Legendary, timeless\n  Just make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n  (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n"},{"id":10343916,"name":"Red Death (feat. Benny the Butcher, Stove God Cooks, Rome Streetz, Armani Caesar, Jay Worthy, Conway, & Robby Takac)","trackName":"Red Death (feat. Benny the Butcher, Stove God Cooks, Rome Streetz, Armani Caesar, Jay Worthy, Conway, & Robby Takac)","artistName":"Westside Gunn","albumName":"10","duration":623.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And now we've come to that time\nWhere the legend of Griselda lives forever\nThe Butcher comin' nigga\nAyo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\nY'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\nWe the biggest (Biggest)\nYeah\nI don't know nobody this hungry, I don't know nobody this humble\nI don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan, I can switch jungles\nI don't know nobody this gangsta, I don't know nobody this ready\nSnatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\nI don't know nobody this petty (Nah)\nThis where I take control of shit\nThis where I get to rap about sticks\nAnd how we wrap bricks with petroleum\nClean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\nMy rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\nWest signed me, I was woke again\nI'ma tell that story all over again (Yeah)\nGet rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\nThey said I'd never switch it up\nBut I'm like three flows in on this verse\nSo what that tell you?\nThat tell me that these niggas do a lot of cheerleadin'\n(Lot of cheerleadin')\nAnd these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\nAnd the Butcher comin', motherfucker\nNever seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\nI got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\nBut we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\nI put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\nWhen y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\nI think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\nI play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\nI can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\nGiants Monday night football, I'm watchin' from the box (From the box)\nMe and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\nI'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\nYou make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\nYou makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\nThat's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop (Yeah)\nThen make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\nIt's the Butcher, nigga\nWhen y'all tell the tale\nMake sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\nA team that was one of one\nThat shifted everything\nThe culture was never the same after they got here\nStove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\nWe can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\nTen course, three houses (Skrrt)\nOne house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\nPerrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\nWe had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\nAny doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow, my nigga\nYou gotta recount it\nAyo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\nWheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\nMcLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\nOh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\nUh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\nThe cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White (Hahaha)\nIt started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\nNeedles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\nSparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\nVVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\nI've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\nThe trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\nIf you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\nGina Jackson face on a brick stamp\nLeft the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\nI went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\nGet low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\nThey askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\nQuarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\nIt ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\nAll that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\nI rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\nSpeed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\nAll the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\nMake 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\nHe tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\nThey shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\nFast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\nYou know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\nYou dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\nWe so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\nCould leave and come back, they'd still be fucked up in the same place\nLight you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\nLife dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\nChop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\nThen I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\nGhost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\nHe tried to run\nWe blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet (Boom)\nAll I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\nOn the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\nResidue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n(Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\nAll of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\nAll we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\nPop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\nPiss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\nY'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\nNah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\nY'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\nHe hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\nThrowin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n'Cause this shit'll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)\nGave bitches room, gave bitches doom\nLet me starve, so I made bitches food\nMade a lane and I made bitches move\nKilled niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\nFlow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\nThese hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\nLike they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\nCop keys of that cake, Ma\nStacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\nBig moves when the bricks move\nTouch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\nYoung girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\nEverybody from the block was lookin' to pop it, I was the monster who\nTook this shit to the top, boy\nLike I'm Shane or Sully, the game is funny\nWoah, what's happenin'?\nYeah, okay\nI'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\nGold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\nReal Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\nAll gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\nI'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\nAnd when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\nI bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\nCountin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\nJust a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\nSlidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\nThey never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\nI show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\nBangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\nIn the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh (Uh)\nMAC was made in Bangladesh\nSpray the steps, oops, I made a mess (Brrt)\nThey upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\nThey depressed, they wavin' white flags\nI'm still gon' wave this TEC (Hahaha)\nWe take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\nWe rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\nI cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\nI'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n(Talk to 'em)\nNiggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\nMy bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\nI don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\nReal pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\nI'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\nPast niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\nYeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\nLike I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\nBottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\nAll the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\nI bend your bitch, then tell her\n\"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\" (Goodbye)\nThen I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\nThink you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift (Talk to 'em)\nHiders called me from the Feds and said\n\"I'm glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"\nOh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\nOh, oh, oh (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\n(Gangsta Gri-zillz)\nWhen we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\nWe done lived it all\nWe the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\nWe came Back to the Future to be the Terminators of the Matrix\nWe the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\nSee, no Mission is Impossible when you this Fast and Furious\nNiggas Die Hard when we show 'em the Final Destination\nIt's been a pleasure\nHitler Wears Hermès 10\nDJ Drama\nAnd like that, we gone\nB-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\nGunn, holla at me\nLegendary, timeless\nJust make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n(Gangsta Gri-zillz)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.99] And now we've come to that time\n[00:05.99] Where the legend of Griselda lives forever\n[00:07.88] The Butcher comin' nigga\n[00:09.76] Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\n[00:12.91] Y'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\n[00:16.34] We the biggest (Biggest)\n[00:18.65] Yeah\n[00:19.97] I don't know nobody this hungry\n[00:20.80] I don't know nobody this humble\n[00:23.19] I don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan\n[00:25.30] I can switch jungles\n[00:26.69] I don't know nobody this gangsta\n[00:28.46] I don't know nobody this ready\n[00:30.24] Snatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\n[00:31.59] I don't know nobody this petty\n[00:33.09] (Nah)\n[00:33.34] This where I take control of shit\n[00:35.20] This where I get to rap about sticks and\n[00:37.26] How we wrap bricks with petroleum\n[00:38.70] Clean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\n[00:40.58] My rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\n[00:43.90] West signed me, I was woke again, I'ma tell that story all over again\n[00:47.05] (Yeah)\n[00:47.11] Get rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\n[00:50.21] They said I'd never switch it up, but\n[00:51.99] I'm like three flows in on this verse\n[00:53.71] So what that tell you? That tell me that these\n[00:55.53] Niggas do a lot of cheerleadin' (Lot of cheerleadin')\n[00:57.50] And these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\n[01:00.03] And the Butcher comin', motherfucker\n[01:01.75] Never seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\n[01:05.00] I got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\n[01:06.72] But we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\n[01:08.52] I put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\n[01:10.15] When y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\n[01:12.12] I think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\n[01:15.16] I play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\n[01:18.71] I can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\n[01:22.29] Giants Monday night football, I'm watchin'\n[01:24.45] From the box (From the box)\n[01:25.49] Me and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\n[01:27.30] I'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\n[01:30.06] You make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\n[01:32.05] You makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\n[01:35.34] That's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop\n[01:38.85] (Yeah)\n[01:39.55] Then make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\n[01:42.58] It's the Butcher, nigga\n[01:43.95] When y'all tell the tale\n[01:46.82] Make sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\n[01:50.18] A team that was one of one\n[01:54.13] That shifted everything\n[01:57.93] The culture was never the same after they got here\n[02:00.74] Stove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\n[02:04.96] We can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\n[02:08.07] Ten course, three houses (Skrrt)\n[02:09.70] One house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\n[02:13.49] Perrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\n[02:16.43] We had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\n[02:20.03] Any doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow\n[02:23.39] My nigga you gotta recount it\n[02:25.29] Ayo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\n[02:28.01] Wheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\n[02:31.91] McLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\n[02:35.17] Oh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n[02:39.94] Uh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\n[02:42.57] The cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White\n[02:45.93] (Hahaha)\n[02:46.46] It started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\n[02:49.16] Needles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\n[02:51.99] Sparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\n[02:55.17] VVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\n[02:59.87] I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\n[03:01.98] The trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\n[03:05.57] If you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\n[03:08.63] Gina Jackson face on a brick stamp\n[03:11.62] Left the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\n[03:14.06] I went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\n[03:17.55] Get low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\n[03:19.79] They askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\n[03:22.85] Quarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\n[03:26.49] It ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\n[03:30.33] All that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\n[03:33.89] I rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\n[03:36.24] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[03:39.89] Oh, oh, oh\n[03:43.66] Oh, oh, oh\n[03:45.94] Oh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\n[03:51.47] Speed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\n[03:56.28] All the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\n[03:59.95] Make 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\n[04:03.16] He tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\n[04:06.67] They shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\n[04:10.56] Fast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\n[04:14.07] You know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\n[04:17.53] You dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\n[04:20.70] We so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\n[04:24.14] Could leave and come back, they'd still\n[04:26.16] Be fucked up in the same place\n[04:27.75] Light you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\n[04:31.19] Life dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\n[04:34.43] Chop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\n[04:38.13] Then I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\n[04:41.94] Ghost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\n[04:44.21] He tried to run, we blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet\n[04:48.38] (Boom)\n[04:49.78] All I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\n[04:52.43] On the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\n[04:56.03] Residue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n[04:59.13] (Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\n[05:00.91] All of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\n[05:01.59] All we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\n[05:03.62] Pop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\n[05:06.13] Piss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\n[05:10.18] Y'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\n[05:13.95] Nah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\n[05:16.82] Y'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\n[05:18.22] He hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\n[05:19.99] Throwin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n[05:21.70] 'Cause this shit'll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)\n[05:23.70] Gave bitches room, gave bitches doom\n[05:25.63] Let me starve, so I made bitches food\n[05:27.67] Made a lane and I made bitches move\n[05:29.96] Killed niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\n[05:32.29] Flow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\n[05:33.73] These hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\n[05:37.48] Like they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\n[05:39.38] Cop keys of that cake, Ma\n[05:40.96] Stacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\n[05:43.64] Big moves when the bricks move\n[05:45.33] Touch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\n[05:47.85] Young girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\n[05:50.88] Everybody from the block was lookin' to pop it\n[05:53.15] I was the monster who\n[05:54.40] Took this shit to the top, boy, like I'm Shane or Sully\n[05:56.79] The game is funny\n[05:57.94] Woah, what's happenin'?\n[06:05.27] Yeah, okay\n[06:08.71] I'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\n[06:12.27] Gold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\n[06:15.59] Real Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\n[06:19.51] All gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\n[06:22.78] I'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\n[06:26.00] And when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\n[06:29.65] I bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\n[06:33.14] Countin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\n[06:36.65] Just a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\n[06:40.57] Slidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\n[06:43.98] They never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\n[06:47.64] I show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n[06:50.98] 4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n[06:54.48] 2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\n[06:58.08] Bangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\n[07:01.03] In the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\n[07:05.13] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[07:09.68] Oh, oh, oh\n[07:13.36] Oh, oh, oh\n[07:16.82] Oh, oh, oh (Uh)\n[07:26.88] MAC was made in Bangladesh, spray the steps\n[07:29.32] Oops i made a mess (Brrt)\n[07:33.56] They upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\n[07:36.71] They depressed, they wavin' white flags, I'm still gon' wave this TEC\n[07:40.47] (Hahaha)\n[07:40.64] We take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\n[07:43.66] We rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\n[07:47.07] I cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\n[07:50.72] I'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n[07:54.29] (Talk to 'em)\n[07:54.83] Niggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\n[07:57.82] My bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\n[08:01.18] I don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n[08:04.72] (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n[08:06.04] Real pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\n[08:08.34] I'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\n[08:11.94] Past niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\n[08:15.39] Yeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\n[08:18.29] Like I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\n[08:22.39] Bottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\n[08:24.87] All the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\n[08:27.66] I bend your bitch, then tell her \"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\"\n[08:30.83] (Goodbye)\n[08:31.75] Then I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\n[08:34.35] Think you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift\n[08:37.93] (Talk to 'em)\n[08:38.68] Hiders called me from the Feds and said\n[08:40.99] \"I'm glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"\n[08:43.80] Oh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\n[08:49.35] Oh, oh, oh\n[08:51.21] (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\n[08:52.68] Oh, oh, oh\n[08:54.86] Oh, oh, oh\n[08:58.08] (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n[09:02.17] When we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\n[09:05.64] We done lived it all\n[09:07.40] We the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\n[09:13.34] We came Back to the Future to\n[09:16.60] Be the Terminators of the Matrix\n[09:18.32] We the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\n[09:23.13] See, no Mission is Impossible\n[09:25.54] When you this Fast and Furious\n[09:28.14] Niggas Die Hard when\n[09:30.11] We show 'em the Final Destination\n[09:31.97] It's been a pleasure\n[09:37.19] Hitler Wears Hermès 10\n[09:41.56] DJ Drama\n[09:46.10] And like that, we gone\n[09:51.87] B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\n[09:55.16] Gunn, holla at me\n[09:59.48] Legendary, timeless\n[10:04.94] Just make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n[10:07.83] (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n[10:10.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Red Death (feat. Benny the Butcher, Stove God Cooks, Rome Streetz, Armani Caesar, Jay Worthy, Conway, & Robby Takac)\n  artist: Westside Gunn\n  album: '10'\n  duration_ms: 623000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: And now we've come to that time\n  start_ms: 1990\n  end_ms: 5990\n- text: Where the legend of Griselda lives forever\n  start_ms: 5990\n  end_ms: 7880\n- text: The Butcher comin' nigga\n  start_ms: 7880\n  end_ms: 9760\n- text: Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\n  start_ms: 9760\n  end_ms: 12910\n- text: Y'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\n  start_ms: 12910\n  end_ms: 16340\n- text: We the biggest (Biggest)\n  start_ms: 16340\n  end_ms: 18650\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 18650\n  end_ms: 19970\n- text: I don't know nobody this hungry\n  start_ms: 19970\n  end_ms: 20800\n- text: I don't know nobody this humble\n  start_ms: 20800\n  end_ms: 23190\n- text: I don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan\n  start_ms: 23190\n  end_ms: 25300\n- text: I can switch jungles\n  start_ms: 25300\n  end_ms: 26690\n- text: I don't know nobody this gangsta\n  start_ms: 26690\n  end_ms: 28460\n- text: I don't know nobody this ready\n  start_ms: 28460\n  end_ms: 30240\n- text: Snatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\n  start_ms: 30240\n  end_ms: 31590\n- text: I don't know nobody this petty\n  start_ms: 31590\n  end_ms: 33090\n- text: (Nah)\n  start_ms: 33090\n  end_ms: 33340\n- text: This where I take control of shit\n  start_ms: 33340\n  end_ms: 35200\n- text: This where I get to rap about sticks and\n  start_ms: 35200\n  end_ms: 37260\n- text: How we wrap bricks with petroleum\n  start_ms: 37260\n  end_ms: 38700\n- text: Clean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 38700\n  end_ms: 40580\n- text: My rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\n  start_ms: 40580\n  end_ms: 43900\n- text: West signed me, I was woke again, I'ma tell that story all over again\n  start_ms: 43900\n  end_ms: 47050\n- text: (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 47050\n  end_ms: 47110\n- text: Get rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\n  start_ms: 47110\n  end_ms: 50210\n- text: They said I'd never switch it up, but\n  start_ms: 50210\n  end_ms: 51990\n- text: I'm like three flows in on this verse\n  start_ms: 51990\n  end_ms: 53710\n- text: So what that tell you? That tell me that these\n  start_ms: 53710\n  end_ms: 55530\n- text: Niggas do a lot of cheerleadin' (Lot of cheerleadin')\n  start_ms: 55530\n  end_ms: 57500\n- text: And these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\n  start_ms: 57500\n  end_ms: 60030\n- text: And the Butcher comin', motherfucker\n  start_ms: 60030\n  end_ms: 61750\n- text: Never seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\n  start_ms: 61750\n  end_ms: 65000\n- text: I got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\n  start_ms: 65000\n  end_ms: 66720\n- text: But we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\n  start_ms: 66720\n  end_ms: 68520\n- text: I put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 68520\n  end_ms: 70150\n- text: When y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\n  start_ms: 70150\n  end_ms: 72120\n- text: I think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\n  start_ms: 72120\n  end_ms: 75160\n- text: I play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\n  start_ms: 75160\n  end_ms: 78710\n- text: I can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\n  start_ms: 78710\n  end_ms: 82290\n- text: Giants Monday night football, I'm watchin'\n  start_ms: 82290\n  end_ms: 84450\n- text: From the box (From the box)\n  start_ms: 84450\n  end_ms: 85490\n- text: Me and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\n  start_ms: 85490\n  end_ms: 87300\n- text: I'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\n  start_ms: 87300\n  end_ms: 90060\n- text: You make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 90060\n  end_ms: 92050\n- text: You makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\n  start_ms: 92050\n  end_ms: 95340\n- text: That's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop\n  start_ms: 95340\n  end_ms: 98850\n- text: (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 98850\n  end_ms: 99550\n- text: Then make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\n  start_ms: 99550\n  end_ms: 102580\n- text: It's the Butcher, nigga\n  start_ms: 102580\n  end_ms: 103950\n- text: When y'all tell the tale\n  start_ms: 103950\n  end_ms: 106820\n- text: Make sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\n  start_ms: 106820\n  end_ms: 110180\n- text: A team that was one of one\n  start_ms: 110180\n  end_ms: 114130\n- text: That shifted everything\n  start_ms: 114130\n  end_ms: 117930\n- text: The culture was never the same after they got here\n  start_ms: 117930\n  end_ms: 120740\n- text: Stove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\n  start_ms: 120740\n  end_ms: 124960\n- text: We can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\n  start_ms: 124960\n  end_ms: 128070\n- text: Ten course, three houses (Skrrt)\n  start_ms: 128070\n  end_ms: 129700\n- text: One house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\n  start_ms: 129700\n  end_ms: 133490\n- text: Perrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\n  start_ms: 133490\n  end_ms: 136430\n- text: We had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\n  start_ms: 136430\n  end_ms: 140030\n- text: Any doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow\n  start_ms: 140030\n  end_ms: 143390\n- text: My nigga you gotta recount it\n  start_ms: 143390\n  end_ms: 145290\n- text: Ayo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\n  start_ms: 145290\n  end_ms: 148010\n- text: Wheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\n  start_ms: 148010\n  end_ms: 151910\n- text: McLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\n  start_ms: 151910\n  end_ms: 155170\n- text: Oh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  start_ms: 155170\n  end_ms: 159940\n- text: Uh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\n  start_ms: 159940\n  end_ms: 162570\n- text: The cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White\n  start_ms: 162570\n  end_ms: 165930\n- text: (Hahaha)\n  start_ms: 165930\n  end_ms: 166460\n- text: It started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\n  start_ms: 166460\n  end_ms: 169160\n- text: Needles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\n  start_ms: 169160\n  end_ms: 171990\n- text: Sparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\n  start_ms: 171990\n  end_ms: 175170\n- text: VVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\n  start_ms: 175170\n  end_ms: 179870\n- text: I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\n  start_ms: 179870\n  end_ms: 181980\n- text: The trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\n  start_ms: 181980\n  end_ms: 185570\n- text: If you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\n  start_ms: 185570\n  end_ms: 188630\n- text: Gina Jackson face on a brick stamp\n  start_ms: 188630\n  end_ms: 191620\n- text: Left the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\n  start_ms: 191620\n  end_ms: 194060\n- text: I went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\n  start_ms: 194060\n  end_ms: 197550\n- text: Get low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\n  start_ms: 197550\n  end_ms: 199790\n- text: They askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\n  start_ms: 199790\n  end_ms: 202850\n- text: Quarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\n  start_ms: 202850\n  end_ms: 206490\n- text: It ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\n  start_ms: 206490\n  end_ms: 210330\n- text: All that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\n  start_ms: 210330\n  end_ms: 213890\n- text: I rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\n  start_ms: 213890\n  end_ms: 216240\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 216240\n  end_ms: 219890\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 219890\n  end_ms: 223660\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 223660\n  end_ms: 225940\n- text: Oh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\n  start_ms: 225940\n  end_ms: 231470\n- text: Speed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\n  start_ms: 231470\n  end_ms: 236280\n- text: All the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\n  start_ms: 236280\n  end_ms: 239950\n- text: Make 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\n  start_ms: 239950\n  end_ms: 243160\n- text: He tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\n  start_ms: 243160\n  end_ms: 246670\n- text: They shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\n  start_ms: 246670\n  end_ms: 250560\n- text: Fast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\n  start_ms: 250560\n  end_ms: 254070\n- text: You know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\n  start_ms: 254070\n  end_ms: 257530\n- text: You dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\n  start_ms: 257530\n  end_ms: 260700\n- text: We so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\n  start_ms: 260700\n  end_ms: 264140\n- text: Could leave and come back, they'd still\n  start_ms: 264140\n  end_ms: 266160\n- text: Be fucked up in the same place\n  start_ms: 266160\n  end_ms: 267750\n- text: Light you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\n  start_ms: 267750\n  end_ms: 271190\n- text: Life dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\n  start_ms: 271190\n  end_ms: 274430\n- text: Chop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\n  start_ms: 274430\n  end_ms: 278130\n- text: Then I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\n  start_ms: 278130\n  end_ms: 281940\n- text: Ghost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\n  start_ms: 281940\n  end_ms: 284210\n- text: He tried to run, we blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet\n  start_ms: 284210\n  end_ms: 288380\n- text: (Boom)\n  start_ms: 288380\n  end_ms: 289780\n- text: All I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\n  start_ms: 289780\n  end_ms: 292430\n- text: On the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\n  start_ms: 292430\n  end_ms: 296030\n- text: Residue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n  start_ms: 296030\n  end_ms: 299130\n- text: (Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\n  start_ms: 299130\n  end_ms: 300910\n- text: All of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\n  start_ms: 300910\n  end_ms: 301590\n- text: All we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\n  start_ms: 301590\n  end_ms: 303620\n- text: Pop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\n  start_ms: 303620\n  end_ms: 306130\n- text: Piss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\n  start_ms: 306130\n  end_ms: 310180\n- text: Y'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\n  start_ms: 310180\n  end_ms: 313950\n- text: Nah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\n  start_ms: 313950\n  end_ms: 316820\n- text: Y'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 316820\n  end_ms: 318220\n- text: He hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\n  start_ms: 318220\n  end_ms: 319990\n- text: Throwin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n  start_ms: 319990\n  end_ms: 321700\n- text: '''Cause this shit''ll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)'\n  start_ms: 321700\n  end_ms: 323700\n- text: Gave bitches room, gave bitches doom\n  start_ms: 323700\n  end_ms: 325630\n- text: Let me starve, so I made bitches food\n  start_ms: 325630\n  end_ms: 327670\n- text: Made a lane and I made bitches move\n  start_ms: 327670\n  end_ms: 329960\n- text: Killed niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\n  start_ms: 329960\n  end_ms: 332290\n- text: Flow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\n  start_ms: 332290\n  end_ms: 333730\n- text: These hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\n  start_ms: 333730\n  end_ms: 337480\n- text: Like they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\n  start_ms: 337480\n  end_ms: 339380\n- text: Cop keys of that cake, Ma\n  start_ms: 339380\n  end_ms: 340960\n- text: Stacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\n  start_ms: 340960\n  end_ms: 343640\n- text: Big moves when the bricks move\n  start_ms: 343640\n  end_ms: 345330\n- text: Touch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\n  start_ms: 345330\n  end_ms: 347850\n- text: Young girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\n  start_ms: 347850\n  end_ms: 350880\n- text: Everybody from the block was lookin' to pop it\n  start_ms: 350880\n  end_ms: 353150\n- text: I was the monster who\n  start_ms: 353150\n  end_ms: 354400\n- text: Took this shit to the top, boy, like I'm Shane or Sully\n  start_ms: 354400\n  end_ms: 356790\n- text: The game is funny\n  start_ms: 356790\n  end_ms: 357940\n- text: Woah, what's happenin'?\n  start_ms: 357940\n  end_ms: 365270\n- text: Yeah, okay\n  start_ms: 365270\n  end_ms: 368710\n- text: I'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\n  start_ms: 368710\n  end_ms: 372270\n- text: Gold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\n  start_ms: 372270\n  end_ms: 375590\n- text: Real Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\n  start_ms: 375590\n  end_ms: 379510\n- text: All gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\n  start_ms: 379510\n  end_ms: 382780\n- text: I'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\n  start_ms: 382780\n  end_ms: 386000\n- text: And when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\n  start_ms: 386000\n  end_ms: 389650\n- text: I bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\n  start_ms: 389650\n  end_ms: 393140\n- text: Countin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\n  start_ms: 393140\n  end_ms: 396650\n- text: Just a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\n  start_ms: 396650\n  end_ms: 400570\n- text: Slidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\n  start_ms: 400570\n  end_ms: 403980\n- text: They never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\n  start_ms: 403980\n  end_ms: 407640\n- text: I show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n  start_ms: 407640\n  end_ms: 410980\n- text: 4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n  start_ms: 410980\n  end_ms: 414480\n- text: 2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\n  start_ms: 414480\n  end_ms: 418080\n- text: Bangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\n  start_ms: 418080\n  end_ms: 421030\n- text: In the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\n  start_ms: 421030\n  end_ms: 425130\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 425130\n  end_ms: 429680\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 429680\n  end_ms: 433360\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 433360\n  end_ms: 436820\n- text: Oh, oh, oh (Uh)\n  start_ms: 436820\n  end_ms: 446880\n- text: MAC was made in Bangladesh, spray the steps\n  start_ms: 446880\n  end_ms: 449320\n- text: Oops i made a mess (Brrt)\n  start_ms: 449320\n  end_ms: 453560\n- text: They upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\n  start_ms: 453560\n  end_ms: 456710\n- text: They depressed, they wavin' white flags, I'm still gon' wave this TEC\n  start_ms: 456710\n  end_ms: 460470\n- text: (Hahaha)\n  start_ms: 460470\n  end_ms: 460640\n- text: We take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\n  start_ms: 460640\n  end_ms: 463660\n- text: We rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\n  start_ms: 463660\n  end_ms: 467070\n- text: I cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\n  start_ms: 467070\n  end_ms: 470720\n- text: I'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n  start_ms: 470720\n  end_ms: 474290\n- text: (Talk to 'em)\n  start_ms: 474290\n  end_ms: 474830\n- text: Niggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\n  start_ms: 474830\n  end_ms: 477820\n- text: My bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\n  start_ms: 477820\n  end_ms: 481180\n- text: I don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n  start_ms: 481180\n  end_ms: 484720\n- text: (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  start_ms: 484720\n  end_ms: 486040\n- text: Real pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\n  start_ms: 486040\n  end_ms: 488340\n- text: I'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\n  start_ms: 488340\n  end_ms: 491940\n- text: Past niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\n  start_ms: 491940\n  end_ms: 495390\n- text: Yeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\n  start_ms: 495390\n  end_ms: 498290\n- text: Like I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\n  start_ms: 498290\n  end_ms: 502390\n- text: Bottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 502390\n  end_ms: 504870\n- text: All the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\n  start_ms: 504870\n  end_ms: 507660\n- text: I bend your bitch, then tell her \"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\"\n  start_ms: 507660\n  end_ms: 510830\n- text: (Goodbye)\n  start_ms: 510830\n  end_ms: 511750\n- text: Then I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\n  start_ms: 511750\n  end_ms: 514350\n- text: Think you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift\n  start_ms: 514350\n  end_ms: 517930\n- text: (Talk to 'em)\n  start_ms: 517930\n  end_ms: 518680\n- text: Hiders called me from the Feds and said\n  start_ms: 518680\n  end_ms: 520990\n- text: '\"I''m glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"'\n  start_ms: 520990\n  end_ms: 523800\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\n  start_ms: 523800\n  end_ms: 529350\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 529350\n  end_ms: 531210\n- text: (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\n  start_ms: 531210\n  end_ms: 532680\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 532680\n  end_ms: 534860\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 534860\n  end_ms: 538080\n- text: (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  start_ms: 538080\n  end_ms: 542170\n- text: When we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\n  start_ms: 542170\n  end_ms: 545640\n- text: We done lived it all\n  start_ms: 545640\n  end_ms: 547400\n- text: We the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\n  start_ms: 547400\n  end_ms: 553340\n- text: We came Back to the Future to\n  start_ms: 553340\n  end_ms: 556600\n- text: Be the Terminators of the Matrix\n  start_ms: 556600\n  end_ms: 558320\n- text: We the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\n  start_ms: 558320\n  end_ms: 563130\n- text: See, no Mission is Impossible\n  start_ms: 563130\n  end_ms: 565540\n- text: When you this Fast and Furious\n  start_ms: 565540\n  end_ms: 568140\n- text: Niggas Die Hard when\n  start_ms: 568140\n  end_ms: 570110\n- text: We show 'em the Final Destination\n  start_ms: 570110\n  end_ms: 571970\n- text: It's been a pleasure\n  start_ms: 571970\n  end_ms: 577190\n- text: Hitler Wears Hermès 10\n  start_ms: 577190\n  end_ms: 581560\n- text: DJ Drama\n  start_ms: 581560\n  end_ms: 586100\n- text: And like that, we gone\n  start_ms: 586100\n  end_ms: 591870\n- text: B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\n  start_ms: 591870\n  end_ms: 595160\n- text: Gunn, holla at me\n  start_ms: 595160\n  end_ms: 599480\n- text: Legendary, timeless\n  start_ms: 599480\n  end_ms: 604940\n- text: Just make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n  start_ms: 604940\n  end_ms: 607830\n- text: (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  start_ms: 607830\n  end_ms: 610620\nplain: |-\n  And now we've come to that time\n  Where the legend of Griselda lives forever\n  The Butcher comin' nigga\n  Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\n  Y'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\n  We the biggest (Biggest)\n  Yeah\n  I don't know nobody this hungry, I don't know nobody this humble\n  I don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan, I can switch jungles\n  I don't know nobody this gangsta, I don't know nobody this ready\n  Snatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\n  I don't know nobody this petty (Nah)\n  This where I take control of shit\n  This where I get to rap about sticks\n  And how we wrap bricks with petroleum\n  Clean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\n  My rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\n  West signed me, I was woke again\n  I'ma tell that story all over again (Yeah)\n  Get rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\n  They said I'd never switch it up\n  But I'm like three flows in on this verse\n  So what that tell you?\n  That tell me that these niggas do a lot of cheerleadin'\n  (Lot of cheerleadin')\n  And these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\n  And the Butcher comin', motherfucker\n  Never seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\n  I got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\n  But we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\n  I put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\n  When y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\n  I think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\n  I play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\n  I can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\n  Giants Monday night football, I'm watchin' from the box (From the box)\n  Me and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\n  I'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\n  You make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\n  You makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\n  That's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop (Yeah)\n  Then make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\n  It's the Butcher, nigga\n  When y'all tell the tale\n  Make sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\n  A team that was one of one\n  That shifted everything\n  The culture was never the same after they got here\n  Stove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\n  We can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\n  Ten course, three houses (Skrrt)\n  One house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\n  Perrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\n  We had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\n  Any doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow, my nigga\n  You gotta recount it\n  Ayo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\n  Wheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\n  McLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\n  Oh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  Uh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\n  The cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White (Hahaha)\n  It started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\n  Needles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\n  Sparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\n  VVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\n  I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\n  The trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\n  If you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\n  Gina Jackson face on a brick stamp\n  Left the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\n  I went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\n  Get low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\n  They askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\n  Quarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\n  It ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\n  All that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\n  I rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\n  Speed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\n  All the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\n  Make 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\n  He tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\n  They shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\n  Fast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\n  You know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\n  You dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\n  We so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\n  Could leave and come back, they'd still be fucked up in the same place\n  Light you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\n  Life dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\n  Chop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\n  Then I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\n  Ghost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\n  He tried to run\n  We blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet (Boom)\n  All I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\n  On the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\n  Residue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n  (Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\n  All of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\n  All we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\n  Pop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\n  Piss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\n  Y'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\n  Nah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\n  Y'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\n  He hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\n  Throwin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n  'Cause this shit'll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)\n  Gave bitches room, gave bitches doom\n  Let me starve, so I made bitches food\n  Made a lane and I made bitches move\n  Killed niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\n  Flow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\n  These hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\n  Like they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\n  Cop keys of that cake, Ma\n  Stacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\n  Big moves when the bricks move\n  Touch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\n  Young girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\n  Everybody from the block was lookin' to pop it, I was the monster who\n  Took this shit to the top, boy\n  Like I'm Shane or Sully, the game is funny\n  Woah, what's happenin'?\n  Yeah, okay\n  I'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\n  Gold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\n  Real Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\n  All gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\n  I'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\n  And when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\n  I bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\n  Countin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\n  Just a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\n  Slidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\n  They never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\n  I show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n  4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n  2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\n  Bangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\n  In the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh (Uh)\n  MAC was made in Bangladesh\n  Spray the steps, oops, I made a mess (Brrt)\n  They upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\n  They depressed, they wavin' white flags\n  I'm still gon' wave this TEC (Hahaha)\n  We take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\n  We rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\n  I cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\n  I'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n  (Talk to 'em)\n  Niggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\n  My bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\n  I don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n  (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  Real pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\n  I'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\n  Past niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\n  Yeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\n  Like I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\n  Bottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\n  All the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\n  I bend your bitch, then tell her\n  \"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\" (Goodbye)\n  Then I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\n  Think you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift (Talk to 'em)\n  Hiders called me from the Feds and said\n  \"I'm glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\n  Oh, oh, oh (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  When we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\n  We done lived it all\n  We the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\n  We came Back to the Future to be the Terminators of the Matrix\n  We the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\n  See, no Mission is Impossible when you this Fast and Furious\n  Niggas Die Hard when we show 'em the Final Destination\n  It's been a pleasure\n  Hitler Wears Hermès 10\n  DJ Drama\n  And like that, we gone\n  B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\n  Gunn, holla at me\n  Legendary, timeless\n  Just make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n  (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n"},{"id":6106686,"name":"Red Death (feat. Jay Worthy, Benny the Butcher, Stove God Cooks, Rome Streetz, Armani Caesar, Conway the Machine & Robby Takac)","trackName":"Red Death (feat. Jay Worthy, Benny the Butcher, Stove God Cooks, Rome Streetz, Armani Caesar, Conway the Machine & Robby Takac)","artistName":"Westside Gunn","albumName":"10","duration":623.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And now we've come to that time\nWhere the legend of Griselda lives forever\nThe Butcher comin' nigga\nAyo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\nY'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\nWe the biggest (Biggest)\nYeah\nI don't know nobody this hungry, I don't know nobody this humble\nI don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan, I can switch jungles\nI don't know nobody this gangsta, I don't know nobody this ready\nSnatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\nI don't know nobody this petty (Nah)\nThis where I take control of shit\nThis where I get to rap about sticks\nAnd how we wrap bricks with petroleum\nClean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\nMy rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\nWest signed me, I was woke again\nI'ma tell that story all over again (Yeah)\nGet rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\nThey said I'd never switch it up\nBut I'm like three flows in on this verse\nSo what that tell you?\nThat tell me that these niggas do a lot of cheerleadin'\n(Lot of cheerleadin')\nAnd these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\nAnd the Butcher comin', motherfucker\nNever seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\nI got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\nBut we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\nI put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\nWhen y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\nI think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\nI play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\nI can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\nGiants Monday night football, I'm watchin' from the box (From the box)\nMe and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\nI'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\nYou make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\nYou makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\nThat's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop (Yeah)\nThen make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\nIt's the Butcher, nigga\nWhen y'all tell the tale\nMake sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\nA team that was one of one\nThat shifted everything\nThe culture was never the same after they got here\nStove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\nWe can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\nTen course, three houses (Skrrt)\nOne house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\nPerrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\nWe had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\nAny doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow, my nigga\nYou gotta recount it\nAyo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\nWheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\nMcLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\nOh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\nUh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\nThe cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White (Hahaha)\nIt started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\nNeedles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\nSparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\nVVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\nI've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\nThe trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\nIf you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\nGina Jackson face on a brick stamp\nLeft the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\nI went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\nGet low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\nThey askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\nQuarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\nIt ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\nAll that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\nI rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\nSpeed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\nAll the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\nMake 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\nHe tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\nThey shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\nFast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\nYou know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\nYou dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\nWe so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\nCould leave and come back, they'd still be fucked up in the same place\nLight you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\nLife dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\nChop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\nThen I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\nGhost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\nHe tried to run\nWe blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet (Boom)\nAll I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\nOn the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\nResidue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n(Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\nAll of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\nAll we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\nPop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\nPiss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\nY'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\nNah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\nY'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\nHe hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\nThrowin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n'Cause this shit'll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)\nGave bitches room, gave bitches doom\nLet me starve, so I made bitches food\nMade a lane and I made bitches move\nKilled niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\nFlow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\nThese hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\nLike they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\nCop keys of that cake, Ma\nStacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\nBig moves when the bricks move\nTouch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\nYoung girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\nEverybody from the block was lookin' to pop it, I was the monster who\nTook this shit to the top, boy\nLike I'm Shane or Sully, the game is funny\nWoah, what's happenin'?\nYeah, okay\nI'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\nGold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\nReal Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\nAll gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\nI'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\nAnd when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\nI bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\nCountin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\nJust a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\nSlidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\nThey never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\nI show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\nBangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\nIn the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh (Uh)\nMAC was made in Bangladesh\nSpray the steps, oops, I made a mess (Brrt)\nThey upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\nThey depressed, they wavin' white flags\nI'm still gon' wave this TEC (Hahaha)\nWe take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\nWe rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\nI cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\nI'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n(Talk to 'em)\nNiggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\nMy bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\nI don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\nReal pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\nI'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\nPast niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\nYeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\nLike I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\nBottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\nAll the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\nI bend your bitch, then tell her\n\"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\" (Goodbye)\nThen I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\nThink you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift (Talk to 'em)\nHiders called me from the Feds and said\n\"I'm glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"\nOh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\nOh, oh, oh (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\n(Gangsta Gri-zillz)\nWhen we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\nWe done lived it all\nWe the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\nWe came Back to the Future to be the Terminators of the Matrix\nWe the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\nSee, no Mission is Impossible when you this Fast and Furious\nNiggas Die Hard when we show 'em the Final Destination\nIt's been a pleasure\nHitler Wears Hermès 10\nDJ Drama\nAnd like that, we gone\nB-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\nGunn, holla at me\nLegendary, timeless\nJust make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n(Gangsta Gri-zillz)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.99] And now we've come to that time\n[00:05.99] Where the legend of Griselda lives forever\n[00:07.88] The Butcher comin' nigga\n[00:09.76] Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\n[00:12.91] Y'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\n[00:16.34] We the biggest (Biggest)\n[00:18.65] Yeah\n[00:19.97] I don't know nobody this hungry\n[00:20.80] I don't know nobody this humble\n[00:23.19] I don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan\n[00:25.30] I can switch jungles\n[00:26.69] I don't know nobody this gangsta\n[00:28.46] I don't know nobody this ready\n[00:30.24] Snatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\n[00:31.59] I don't know nobody this petty\n[00:33.09] (Nah)\n[00:33.34] This where I take control of shit\n[00:35.20] This where I get to rap about sticks and\n[00:37.26] How we wrap bricks with petroleum\n[00:38.70] Clean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\n[00:40.58] My rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\n[00:43.90] West signed me, I was woke again, I'ma tell that story all over again\n[00:47.05] (Yeah)\n[00:47.11] Get rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\n[00:50.21] They said I'd never switch it up, but\n[00:51.99] I'm like three flows in on this verse\n[00:53.71] So what that tell you? That tell me that these\n[00:55.53] Niggas do a lot of cheerleadin' (Lot of cheerleadin')\n[00:57.50] And these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\n[01:00.03] And the Butcher comin', motherfucker\n[01:01.75] Never seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\n[01:05.00] I got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\n[01:06.72] But we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\n[01:08.52] I put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\n[01:10.15] When y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\n[01:12.12] I think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\n[01:15.16] I play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\n[01:18.71] I can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\n[01:22.29] Giants Monday night football, I'm watchin'\n[01:24.45] From the box (From the box)\n[01:25.49] Me and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\n[01:27.30] I'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\n[01:30.06] You make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\n[01:32.05] You makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\n[01:35.34] That's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop\n[01:38.85] (Yeah)\n[01:39.55] Then make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\n[01:42.58] It's the Butcher, nigga\n[01:43.95] When y'all tell the tale\n[01:46.82] Make sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\n[01:50.18] A team that was one of one\n[01:54.13] That shifted everything\n[01:57.93] The culture was never the same after they got here\n[02:00.74] Stove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\n[02:04.96] We can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\n[02:08.07] Ten course, three houses (Skrrt)\n[02:09.70] One house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\n[02:13.49] Perrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\n[02:16.43] We had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\n[02:20.03] Any doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow\n[02:23.39] My nigga you gotta recount it\n[02:25.29] Ayo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\n[02:28.01] Wheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\n[02:31.91] McLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\n[02:35.17] Oh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n[02:39.94] Uh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\n[02:42.57] The cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White\n[02:45.93] (Hahaha)\n[02:46.46] It started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\n[02:49.16] Needles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\n[02:51.99] Sparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\n[02:55.17] VVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\n[02:59.87] I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\n[03:01.98] The trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\n[03:05.57] If you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\n[03:08.63] Gina Jackson face on a brick stamp\n[03:11.62] Left the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\n[03:14.06] I went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\n[03:17.55] Get low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\n[03:19.79] They askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\n[03:22.85] Quarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\n[03:26.49] It ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\n[03:30.33] All that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\n[03:33.89] I rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\n[03:36.24] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[03:39.89] Oh, oh, oh\n[03:43.66] Oh, oh, oh\n[03:45.94] Oh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\n[03:51.47] Speed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\n[03:56.28] All the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\n[03:59.95] Make 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\n[04:03.16] He tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\n[04:06.67] They shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\n[04:10.56] Fast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\n[04:14.07] You know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\n[04:17.53] You dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\n[04:20.70] We so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\n[04:24.14] Could leave and come back, they'd still\n[04:26.16] Be fucked up in the same place\n[04:27.75] Light you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\n[04:31.19] Life dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\n[04:34.43] Chop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\n[04:38.13] Then I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\n[04:41.94] Ghost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\n[04:44.21] He tried to run, we blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet\n[04:48.38] (Boom)\n[04:49.78] All I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\n[04:52.43] On the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\n[04:56.03] Residue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n[04:59.13] (Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\n[05:00.91] All of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\n[05:01.59] All we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\n[05:03.62] Pop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\n[05:06.13] Piss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\n[05:10.18] Y'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\n[05:13.95] Nah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\n[05:16.82] Y'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\n[05:18.22] He hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\n[05:19.99] Throwin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n[05:21.70] 'Cause this shit'll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)\n[05:23.70] Gave bitches room, gave bitches doom\n[05:25.63] Let me starve, so I made bitches food\n[05:27.67] Made a lane and I made bitches move\n[05:29.96] Killed niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\n[05:32.29] Flow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\n[05:33.73] These hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\n[05:37.48] Like they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\n[05:39.38] Cop keys of that cake, Ma\n[05:40.96] Stacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\n[05:43.64] Big moves when the bricks move\n[05:45.33] Touch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\n[05:47.85] Young girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\n[05:50.88] Everybody from the block was lookin' to pop it\n[05:53.15] I was the monster who\n[05:54.40] Took this shit to the top, boy, like I'm Shane or Sully\n[05:56.79] The game is funny\n[05:57.94] Woah, what's happenin'?\n[06:05.27] Yeah, okay\n[06:08.71] I'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\n[06:12.27] Gold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\n[06:15.59] Real Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\n[06:19.51] All gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\n[06:22.78] I'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\n[06:26.00] And when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\n[06:29.65] I bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\n[06:33.14] Countin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\n[06:36.65] Just a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\n[06:40.57] Slidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\n[06:43.98] They never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\n[06:47.64] I show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n[06:50.98] 4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n[06:54.48] 2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\n[06:58.08] Bangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\n[07:01.03] In the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\n[07:05.13] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[07:09.68] Oh, oh, oh\n[07:13.36] Oh, oh, oh\n[07:16.82] Oh, oh, oh (Uh)\n[07:26.88] MAC was made in Bangladesh, spray the steps\n[07:29.32] Oops i made a mess (Brrt)\n[07:33.56] They upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\n[07:36.71] They depressed, they wavin' white flags, I'm still gon' wave this TEC\n[07:40.47] (Hahaha)\n[07:40.64] We take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\n[07:43.66] We rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\n[07:47.07] I cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\n[07:50.72] I'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n[07:54.29] (Talk to 'em)\n[07:54.83] Niggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\n[07:57.82] My bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\n[08:01.18] I don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n[08:04.72] (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n[08:06.04] Real pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\n[08:08.34] I'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\n[08:11.94] Past niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\n[08:15.39] Yeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\n[08:18.29] Like I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\n[08:22.39] Bottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\n[08:24.87] All the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\n[08:27.66] I bend your bitch, then tell her \"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\"\n[08:30.83] (Goodbye)\n[08:31.75] Then I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\n[08:34.35] Think you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift\n[08:37.93] (Talk to 'em)\n[08:38.68] Hiders called me from the Feds and said\n[08:40.99] \"I'm glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"\n[08:43.80] Oh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\n[08:49.35] Oh, oh, oh\n[08:51.21] (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\n[08:52.68] Oh, oh, oh\n[08:54.86] Oh, oh, oh\n[08:58.08] (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n[09:02.17] When we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\n[09:05.64] We done lived it all\n[09:07.40] We the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\n[09:13.34] We came Back to the Future to\n[09:16.60] Be the Terminators of the Matrix\n[09:18.32] We the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\n[09:23.13] See, no Mission is Impossible\n[09:25.54] When you this Fast and Furious\n[09:28.14] Niggas Die Hard when\n[09:30.11] We show 'em the Final Destination\n[09:31.97] It's been a pleasure\n[09:37.19] Hitler Wears Hermès 10\n[09:41.56] DJ Drama\n[09:46.10] And like that, we gone\n[09:51.87] B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\n[09:55.16] Gunn, holla at me\n[09:59.48] Legendary, timeless\n[10:04.94] Just make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n[10:07.83] (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n[10:10.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Red Death (feat. Jay Worthy, Benny the Butcher, Stove God Cooks, Rome Streetz, Armani Caesar, Conway the Machine & Robby Takac)\n  artist: Westside Gunn\n  album: '10'\n  duration_ms: 623000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: And now we've come to that time\n  start_ms: 1990\n  end_ms: 5990\n- text: Where the legend of Griselda lives forever\n  start_ms: 5990\n  end_ms: 7880\n- text: The Butcher comin' nigga\n  start_ms: 7880\n  end_ms: 9760\n- text: Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\n  start_ms: 9760\n  end_ms: 12910\n- text: Y'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\n  start_ms: 12910\n  end_ms: 16340\n- text: We the biggest (Biggest)\n  start_ms: 16340\n  end_ms: 18650\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 18650\n  end_ms: 19970\n- text: I don't know nobody this hungry\n  start_ms: 19970\n  end_ms: 20800\n- text: I don't know nobody this humble\n  start_ms: 20800\n  end_ms: 23190\n- text: I don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan\n  start_ms: 23190\n  end_ms: 25300\n- text: I can switch jungles\n  start_ms: 25300\n  end_ms: 26690\n- text: I don't know nobody this gangsta\n  start_ms: 26690\n  end_ms: 28460\n- text: I don't know nobody this ready\n  start_ms: 28460\n  end_ms: 30240\n- text: Snatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\n  start_ms: 30240\n  end_ms: 31590\n- text: I don't know nobody this petty\n  start_ms: 31590\n  end_ms: 33090\n- text: (Nah)\n  start_ms: 33090\n  end_ms: 33340\n- text: This where I take control of shit\n  start_ms: 33340\n  end_ms: 35200\n- text: This where I get to rap about sticks and\n  start_ms: 35200\n  end_ms: 37260\n- text: How we wrap bricks with petroleum\n  start_ms: 37260\n  end_ms: 38700\n- text: Clean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 38700\n  end_ms: 40580\n- text: My rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\n  start_ms: 40580\n  end_ms: 43900\n- text: West signed me, I was woke again, I'ma tell that story all over again\n  start_ms: 43900\n  end_ms: 47050\n- text: (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 47050\n  end_ms: 47110\n- text: Get rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\n  start_ms: 47110\n  end_ms: 50210\n- text: They said I'd never switch it up, but\n  start_ms: 50210\n  end_ms: 51990\n- text: I'm like three flows in on this verse\n  start_ms: 51990\n  end_ms: 53710\n- text: So what that tell you? That tell me that these\n  start_ms: 53710\n  end_ms: 55530\n- text: Niggas do a lot of cheerleadin' (Lot of cheerleadin')\n  start_ms: 55530\n  end_ms: 57500\n- text: And these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\n  start_ms: 57500\n  end_ms: 60030\n- text: And the Butcher comin', motherfucker\n  start_ms: 60030\n  end_ms: 61750\n- text: Never seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\n  start_ms: 61750\n  end_ms: 65000\n- text: I got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\n  start_ms: 65000\n  end_ms: 66720\n- text: But we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\n  start_ms: 66720\n  end_ms: 68520\n- text: I put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 68520\n  end_ms: 70150\n- text: When y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\n  start_ms: 70150\n  end_ms: 72120\n- text: I think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\n  start_ms: 72120\n  end_ms: 75160\n- text: I play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\n  start_ms: 75160\n  end_ms: 78710\n- text: I can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\n  start_ms: 78710\n  end_ms: 82290\n- text: Giants Monday night football, I'm watchin'\n  start_ms: 82290\n  end_ms: 84450\n- text: From the box (From the box)\n  start_ms: 84450\n  end_ms: 85490\n- text: Me and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\n  start_ms: 85490\n  end_ms: 87300\n- text: I'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\n  start_ms: 87300\n  end_ms: 90060\n- text: You make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 90060\n  end_ms: 92050\n- text: You makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\n  start_ms: 92050\n  end_ms: 95340\n- text: That's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop\n  start_ms: 95340\n  end_ms: 98850\n- text: (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 98850\n  end_ms: 99550\n- text: Then make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\n  start_ms: 99550\n  end_ms: 102580\n- text: It's the Butcher, nigga\n  start_ms: 102580\n  end_ms: 103950\n- text: When y'all tell the tale\n  start_ms: 103950\n  end_ms: 106820\n- text: Make sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\n  start_ms: 106820\n  end_ms: 110180\n- text: A team that was one of one\n  start_ms: 110180\n  end_ms: 114130\n- text: That shifted everything\n  start_ms: 114130\n  end_ms: 117930\n- text: The culture was never the same after they got here\n  start_ms: 117930\n  end_ms: 120740\n- text: Stove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\n  start_ms: 120740\n  end_ms: 124960\n- text: We can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\n  start_ms: 124960\n  end_ms: 128070\n- text: Ten course, three houses (Skrrt)\n  start_ms: 128070\n  end_ms: 129700\n- text: One house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\n  start_ms: 129700\n  end_ms: 133490\n- text: Perrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\n  start_ms: 133490\n  end_ms: 136430\n- text: We had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\n  start_ms: 136430\n  end_ms: 140030\n- text: Any doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow\n  start_ms: 140030\n  end_ms: 143390\n- text: My nigga you gotta recount it\n  start_ms: 143390\n  end_ms: 145290\n- text: Ayo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\n  start_ms: 145290\n  end_ms: 148010\n- text: Wheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\n  start_ms: 148010\n  end_ms: 151910\n- text: McLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\n  start_ms: 151910\n  end_ms: 155170\n- text: Oh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  start_ms: 155170\n  end_ms: 159940\n- text: Uh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\n  start_ms: 159940\n  end_ms: 162570\n- text: The cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White\n  start_ms: 162570\n  end_ms: 165930\n- text: (Hahaha)\n  start_ms: 165930\n  end_ms: 166460\n- text: It started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\n  start_ms: 166460\n  end_ms: 169160\n- text: Needles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\n  start_ms: 169160\n  end_ms: 171990\n- text: Sparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\n  start_ms: 171990\n  end_ms: 175170\n- text: VVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\n  start_ms: 175170\n  end_ms: 179870\n- text: I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\n  start_ms: 179870\n  end_ms: 181980\n- text: The trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\n  start_ms: 181980\n  end_ms: 185570\n- text: If you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\n  start_ms: 185570\n  end_ms: 188630\n- text: Gina Jackson face on a brick stamp\n  start_ms: 188630\n  end_ms: 191620\n- text: Left the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\n  start_ms: 191620\n  end_ms: 194060\n- text: I went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\n  start_ms: 194060\n  end_ms: 197550\n- text: Get low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\n  start_ms: 197550\n  end_ms: 199790\n- text: They askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\n  start_ms: 199790\n  end_ms: 202850\n- text: Quarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\n  start_ms: 202850\n  end_ms: 206490\n- text: It ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\n  start_ms: 206490\n  end_ms: 210330\n- text: All that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\n  start_ms: 210330\n  end_ms: 213890\n- text: I rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\n  start_ms: 213890\n  end_ms: 216240\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 216240\n  end_ms: 219890\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 219890\n  end_ms: 223660\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 223660\n  end_ms: 225940\n- text: Oh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\n  start_ms: 225940\n  end_ms: 231470\n- text: Speed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\n  start_ms: 231470\n  end_ms: 236280\n- text: All the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\n  start_ms: 236280\n  end_ms: 239950\n- text: Make 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\n  start_ms: 239950\n  end_ms: 243160\n- text: He tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\n  start_ms: 243160\n  end_ms: 246670\n- text: They shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\n  start_ms: 246670\n  end_ms: 250560\n- text: Fast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\n  start_ms: 250560\n  end_ms: 254070\n- text: You know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\n  start_ms: 254070\n  end_ms: 257530\n- text: You dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\n  start_ms: 257530\n  end_ms: 260700\n- text: We so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\n  start_ms: 260700\n  end_ms: 264140\n- text: Could leave and come back, they'd still\n  start_ms: 264140\n  end_ms: 266160\n- text: Be fucked up in the same place\n  start_ms: 266160\n  end_ms: 267750\n- text: Light you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\n  start_ms: 267750\n  end_ms: 271190\n- text: Life dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\n  start_ms: 271190\n  end_ms: 274430\n- text: Chop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\n  start_ms: 274430\n  end_ms: 278130\n- text: Then I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\n  start_ms: 278130\n  end_ms: 281940\n- text: Ghost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\n  start_ms: 281940\n  end_ms: 284210\n- text: He tried to run, we blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet\n  start_ms: 284210\n  end_ms: 288380\n- text: (Boom)\n  start_ms: 288380\n  end_ms: 289780\n- text: All I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\n  start_ms: 289780\n  end_ms: 292430\n- text: On the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\n  start_ms: 292430\n  end_ms: 296030\n- text: Residue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n  start_ms: 296030\n  end_ms: 299130\n- text: (Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\n  start_ms: 299130\n  end_ms: 300910\n- text: All of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\n  start_ms: 300910\n  end_ms: 301590\n- text: All we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\n  start_ms: 301590\n  end_ms: 303620\n- text: Pop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\n  start_ms: 303620\n  end_ms: 306130\n- text: Piss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\n  start_ms: 306130\n  end_ms: 310180\n- text: Y'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\n  start_ms: 310180\n  end_ms: 313950\n- text: Nah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\n  start_ms: 313950\n  end_ms: 316820\n- text: Y'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 316820\n  end_ms: 318220\n- text: He hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\n  start_ms: 318220\n  end_ms: 319990\n- text: Throwin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n  start_ms: 319990\n  end_ms: 321700\n- text: '''Cause this shit''ll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)'\n  start_ms: 321700\n  end_ms: 323700\n- text: Gave bitches room, gave bitches doom\n  start_ms: 323700\n  end_ms: 325630\n- text: Let me starve, so I made bitches food\n  start_ms: 325630\n  end_ms: 327670\n- text: Made a lane and I made bitches move\n  start_ms: 327670\n  end_ms: 329960\n- text: Killed niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\n  start_ms: 329960\n  end_ms: 332290\n- text: Flow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\n  start_ms: 332290\n  end_ms: 333730\n- text: These hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\n  start_ms: 333730\n  end_ms: 337480\n- text: Like they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\n  start_ms: 337480\n  end_ms: 339380\n- text: Cop keys of that cake, Ma\n  start_ms: 339380\n  end_ms: 340960\n- text: Stacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\n  start_ms: 340960\n  end_ms: 343640\n- text: Big moves when the bricks move\n  start_ms: 343640\n  end_ms: 345330\n- text: Touch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\n  start_ms: 345330\n  end_ms: 347850\n- text: Young girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\n  start_ms: 347850\n  end_ms: 350880\n- text: Everybody from the block was lookin' to pop it\n  start_ms: 350880\n  end_ms: 353150\n- text: I was the monster who\n  start_ms: 353150\n  end_ms: 354400\n- text: Took this shit to the top, boy, like I'm Shane or Sully\n  start_ms: 354400\n  end_ms: 356790\n- text: The game is funny\n  start_ms: 356790\n  end_ms: 357940\n- text: Woah, what's happenin'?\n  start_ms: 357940\n  end_ms: 365270\n- text: Yeah, okay\n  start_ms: 365270\n  end_ms: 368710\n- text: I'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\n  start_ms: 368710\n  end_ms: 372270\n- text: Gold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\n  start_ms: 372270\n  end_ms: 375590\n- text: Real Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\n  start_ms: 375590\n  end_ms: 379510\n- text: All gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\n  start_ms: 379510\n  end_ms: 382780\n- text: I'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\n  start_ms: 382780\n  end_ms: 386000\n- text: And when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\n  start_ms: 386000\n  end_ms: 389650\n- text: I bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\n  start_ms: 389650\n  end_ms: 393140\n- text: Countin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\n  start_ms: 393140\n  end_ms: 396650\n- text: Just a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\n  start_ms: 396650\n  end_ms: 400570\n- text: Slidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\n  start_ms: 400570\n  end_ms: 403980\n- text: They never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\n  start_ms: 403980\n  end_ms: 407640\n- text: I show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n  start_ms: 407640\n  end_ms: 410980\n- text: 4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n  start_ms: 410980\n  end_ms: 414480\n- text: 2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\n  start_ms: 414480\n  end_ms: 418080\n- text: Bangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\n  start_ms: 418080\n  end_ms: 421030\n- text: In the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\n  start_ms: 421030\n  end_ms: 425130\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 425130\n  end_ms: 429680\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 429680\n  end_ms: 433360\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 433360\n  end_ms: 436820\n- text: Oh, oh, oh (Uh)\n  start_ms: 436820\n  end_ms: 446880\n- text: MAC was made in Bangladesh, spray the steps\n  start_ms: 446880\n  end_ms: 449320\n- text: Oops i made a mess (Brrt)\n  start_ms: 449320\n  end_ms: 453560\n- text: They upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\n  start_ms: 453560\n  end_ms: 456710\n- text: They depressed, they wavin' white flags, I'm still gon' wave this TEC\n  start_ms: 456710\n  end_ms: 460470\n- text: (Hahaha)\n  start_ms: 460470\n  end_ms: 460640\n- text: We take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\n  start_ms: 460640\n  end_ms: 463660\n- text: We rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\n  start_ms: 463660\n  end_ms: 467070\n- text: I cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\n  start_ms: 467070\n  end_ms: 470720\n- text: I'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n  start_ms: 470720\n  end_ms: 474290\n- text: (Talk to 'em)\n  start_ms: 474290\n  end_ms: 474830\n- text: Niggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\n  start_ms: 474830\n  end_ms: 477820\n- text: My bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\n  start_ms: 477820\n  end_ms: 481180\n- text: I don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n  start_ms: 481180\n  end_ms: 484720\n- text: (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  start_ms: 484720\n  end_ms: 486040\n- text: Real pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\n  start_ms: 486040\n  end_ms: 488340\n- text: I'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\n  start_ms: 488340\n  end_ms: 491940\n- text: Past niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\n  start_ms: 491940\n  end_ms: 495390\n- text: Yeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\n  start_ms: 495390\n  end_ms: 498290\n- text: Like I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\n  start_ms: 498290\n  end_ms: 502390\n- text: Bottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 502390\n  end_ms: 504870\n- text: All the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\n  start_ms: 504870\n  end_ms: 507660\n- text: I bend your bitch, then tell her \"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\"\n  start_ms: 507660\n  end_ms: 510830\n- text: (Goodbye)\n  start_ms: 510830\n  end_ms: 511750\n- text: Then I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\n  start_ms: 511750\n  end_ms: 514350\n- text: Think you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift\n  start_ms: 514350\n  end_ms: 517930\n- text: (Talk to 'em)\n  start_ms: 517930\n  end_ms: 518680\n- text: Hiders called me from the Feds and said\n  start_ms: 518680\n  end_ms: 520990\n- text: '\"I''m glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"'\n  start_ms: 520990\n  end_ms: 523800\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\n  start_ms: 523800\n  end_ms: 529350\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 529350\n  end_ms: 531210\n- text: (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\n  start_ms: 531210\n  end_ms: 532680\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 532680\n  end_ms: 534860\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 534860\n  end_ms: 538080\n- text: (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  start_ms: 538080\n  end_ms: 542170\n- text: When we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\n  start_ms: 542170\n  end_ms: 545640\n- text: We done lived it all\n  start_ms: 545640\n  end_ms: 547400\n- text: We the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\n  start_ms: 547400\n  end_ms: 553340\n- text: We came Back to the Future to\n  start_ms: 553340\n  end_ms: 556600\n- text: Be the Terminators of the Matrix\n  start_ms: 556600\n  end_ms: 558320\n- text: We the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\n  start_ms: 558320\n  end_ms: 563130\n- text: See, no Mission is Impossible\n  start_ms: 563130\n  end_ms: 565540\n- text: When you this Fast and Furious\n  start_ms: 565540\n  end_ms: 568140\n- text: Niggas Die Hard when\n  start_ms: 568140\n  end_ms: 570110\n- text: We show 'em the Final Destination\n  start_ms: 570110\n  end_ms: 571970\n- text: It's been a pleasure\n  start_ms: 571970\n  end_ms: 577190\n- text: Hitler Wears Hermès 10\n  start_ms: 577190\n  end_ms: 581560\n- text: DJ Drama\n  start_ms: 581560\n  end_ms: 586100\n- text: And like that, we gone\n  start_ms: 586100\n  end_ms: 591870\n- text: B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\n  start_ms: 591870\n  end_ms: 595160\n- text: Gunn, holla at me\n  start_ms: 595160\n  end_ms: 599480\n- text: Legendary, timeless\n  start_ms: 599480\n  end_ms: 604940\n- text: Just make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n  start_ms: 604940\n  end_ms: 607830\n- text: (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  start_ms: 607830\n  end_ms: 610620\nplain: |-\n  And now we've come to that time\n  Where the legend of Griselda lives forever\n  The Butcher comin' nigga\n  Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\n  Y'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\n  We the biggest (Biggest)\n  Yeah\n  I don't know nobody this hungry, I don't know nobody this humble\n  I don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan, I can switch jungles\n  I don't know nobody this gangsta, I don't know nobody this ready\n  Snatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\n  I don't know nobody this petty (Nah)\n  This where I take control of shit\n  This where I get to rap about sticks\n  And how we wrap bricks with petroleum\n  Clean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\n  My rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\n  West signed me, I was woke again\n  I'ma tell that story all over again (Yeah)\n  Get rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\n  They said I'd never switch it up\n  But I'm like three flows in on this verse\n  So what that tell you?\n  That tell me that these niggas do a lot of cheerleadin'\n  (Lot of cheerleadin')\n  And these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\n  And the Butcher comin', motherfucker\n  Never seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\n  I got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\n  But we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\n  I put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\n  When y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\n  I think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\n  I play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\n  I can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\n  Giants Monday night football, I'm watchin' from the box (From the box)\n  Me and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\n  I'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\n  You make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\n  You makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\n  That's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop (Yeah)\n  Then make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\n  It's the Butcher, nigga\n  When y'all tell the tale\n  Make sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\n  A team that was one of one\n  That shifted everything\n  The culture was never the same after they got here\n  Stove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\n  We can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\n  Ten course, three houses (Skrrt)\n  One house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\n  Perrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\n  We had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\n  Any doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow, my nigga\n  You gotta recount it\n  Ayo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\n  Wheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\n  McLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\n  Oh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  Uh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\n  The cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White (Hahaha)\n  It started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\n  Needles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\n  Sparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\n  VVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\n  I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\n  The trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\n  If you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\n  Gina Jackson face on a brick stamp\n  Left the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\n  I went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\n  Get low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\n  They askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\n  Quarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\n  It ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\n  All that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\n  I rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\n  Speed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\n  All the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\n  Make 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\n  He tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\n  They shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\n  Fast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\n  You know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\n  You dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\n  We so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\n  Could leave and come back, they'd still be fucked up in the same place\n  Light you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\n  Life dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\n  Chop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\n  Then I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\n  Ghost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\n  He tried to run\n  We blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet (Boom)\n  All I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\n  On the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\n  Residue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n  (Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\n  All of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\n  All we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\n  Pop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\n  Piss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\n  Y'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\n  Nah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\n  Y'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\n  He hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\n  Throwin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n  'Cause this shit'll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)\n  Gave bitches room, gave bitches doom\n  Let me starve, so I made bitches food\n  Made a lane and I made bitches move\n  Killed niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\n  Flow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\n  These hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\n  Like they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\n  Cop keys of that cake, Ma\n  Stacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\n  Big moves when the bricks move\n  Touch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\n  Young girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\n  Everybody from the block was lookin' to pop it, I was the monster who\n  Took this shit to the top, boy\n  Like I'm Shane or Sully, the game is funny\n  Woah, what's happenin'?\n  Yeah, okay\n  I'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\n  Gold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\n  Real Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\n  All gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\n  I'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\n  And when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\n  I bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\n  Countin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\n  Just a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\n  Slidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\n  They never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\n  I show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n  4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n  2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\n  Bangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\n  In the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh (Uh)\n  MAC was made in Bangladesh\n  Spray the steps, oops, I made a mess (Brrt)\n  They upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\n  They depressed, they wavin' white flags\n  I'm still gon' wave this TEC (Hahaha)\n  We take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\n  We rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\n  I cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\n  I'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n  (Talk to 'em)\n  Niggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\n  My bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\n  I don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n  (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  Real pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\n  I'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\n  Past niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\n  Yeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\n  Like I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\n  Bottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\n  All the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\n  I bend your bitch, then tell her\n  \"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\" (Goodbye)\n  Then I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\n  Think you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift (Talk to 'em)\n  Hiders called me from the Feds and said\n  \"I'm glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\n  Oh, oh, oh (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  When we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\n  We done lived it all\n  We the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\n  We came Back to the Future to be the Terminators of the Matrix\n  We the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\n  See, no Mission is Impossible when you this Fast and Furious\n  Niggas Die Hard when we show 'em the Final Destination\n  It's been a pleasure\n  Hitler Wears Hermès 10\n  DJ Drama\n  And like that, we gone\n  B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\n  Gunn, holla at me\n  Legendary, timeless\n  Just make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n  (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n"},{"id":11023322,"name":"Red Death (feat. Benny The Butcher, Stove God Cooks, Rome Streetz, Armani Caesar, Jay Worthy, Conway the Machine & Robby Takac)","trackName":"Red Death (feat. Benny The Butcher, Stove God Cooks, Rome Streetz, Armani Caesar, Jay Worthy, Conway the Machine & Robby Takac)","artistName":"Westside Gunn","albumName":"10","duration":623.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And now we've come to that time\nWhere the legend of Griselda lives forever\nThe Butcher comin' nigga\nAyo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\nY'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\nWe the biggest (Biggest)\nYeah\nI don't know nobody this hungry, I don't know nobody this humble\nI don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan, I can switch jungles\nI don't know nobody this gangsta, I don't know nobody this ready\nSnatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\nI don't know nobody this petty (Nah)\nThis where I take control of shit\nThis where I get to rap about sticks\nAnd how we wrap bricks with petroleum\nClean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\nMy rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\nWest signed me, I was woke again\nI'ma tell that story all over again (Yeah)\nGet rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\nThey said I'd never switch it up\nBut I'm like three flows in on this verse\nSo what that tell you?\nThat tell me that these niggas do a lot of cheerleadin'\n(Lot of cheerleadin')\nAnd these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\nAnd the Butcher comin', motherfucker\nNever seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\nI got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\nBut we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\nI put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\nWhen y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\nI think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\nI play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\nI can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\nGiants Monday night football, I'm watchin' from the box (From the box)\nMe and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\nI'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\nYou make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\nYou makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\nThat's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop (Yeah)\nThen make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\nIt's the Butcher, nigga\nWhen y'all tell the tale\nMake sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\nA team that was one of one\nThat shifted everything\nThe culture was never the same after they got here\nStove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\nWe can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\nTen course, three houses (Skrrt)\nOne house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\nPerrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\nWe had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\nAny doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow, my nigga\nYou gotta recount it\nAyo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\nWheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\nMcLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\nOh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\nUh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\nThe cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White (Hahaha)\nIt started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\nNeedles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\nSparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\nVVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\nI've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\nThe trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\nIf you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\nGina Jackson face on a brick stamp\nLeft the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\nI went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\nGet low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\nThey askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\nQuarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\nIt ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\nAll that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\nI rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\nSpeed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\nAll the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\nMake 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\nHe tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\nThey shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\nFast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\nYou know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\nYou dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\nWe so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\nCould leave and come back, they'd still be fucked up in the same place\nLight you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\nLife dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\nChop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\nThen I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\nGhost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\nHe tried to run\nWe blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet (Boom)\nAll I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\nOn the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\nResidue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n(Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\nAll of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\nAll we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\nPop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\nPiss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\nY'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\nNah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\nY'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\nHe hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\nThrowin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n'Cause this shit'll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)\nGave bitches room, gave bitches doom\nLet me starve, so I made bitches food\nMade a lane and I made bitches move\nKilled niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\nFlow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\nThese hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\nLike they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\nCop keys of that cake, Ma\nStacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\nBig moves when the bricks move\nTouch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\nYoung girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\nEverybody from the block was lookin' to pop it, I was the monster who\nTook this shit to the top, boy\nLike I'm Shane or Sully, the game is funny\nWoah, what's happenin'?\nYeah, okay\nI'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\nGold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\nReal Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\nAll gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\nI'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\nAnd when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\nI bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\nCountin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\nJust a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\nSlidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\nThey never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\nI show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\nBangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\nIn the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh (Uh)\nMAC was made in Bangladesh\nSpray the steps, oops, I made a mess (Brrt)\nThey upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\nThey depressed, they wavin' white flags\nI'm still gon' wave this TEC (Hahaha)\nWe take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\nWe rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\nI cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\nI'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n(Talk to 'em)\nNiggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\nMy bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\nI don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\nReal pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\nI'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\nPast niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\nYeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\nLike I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\nBottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\nAll the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\nI bend your bitch, then tell her\n\"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\" (Goodbye)\nThen I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\nThink you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift (Talk to 'em)\nHiders called me from the Feds and said\n\"I'm glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"\nOh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\nOh, oh, oh (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\n(Gangsta Gri-zillz)\nWhen we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\nWe done lived it all\nWe the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\nWe came Back to the Future to be the Terminators of the Matrix\nWe the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\nSee, no Mission is Impossible when you this Fast and Furious\nNiggas Die Hard when we show 'em the Final Destination\nIt's been a pleasure\nHitler Wears Hermès 10\nDJ Drama\nAnd like that, we gone\nB-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\nGunn, holla at me\nLegendary, timeless\nJust make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n(Gangsta Gri-zillz)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.99] And now we've come to that time\n[00:05.99] Where the legend of Griselda lives forever\n[00:07.88] The Butcher comin' nigga\n[00:09.76] Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\n[00:12.91] Y'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\n[00:16.34] We the biggest (Biggest)\n[00:18.65] Yeah\n[00:19.97] I don't know nobody this hungry\n[00:20.80] I don't know nobody this humble\n[00:23.19] I don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan\n[00:25.30] I can switch jungles\n[00:26.69] I don't know nobody this gangsta\n[00:28.46] I don't know nobody this ready\n[00:30.24] Snatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\n[00:31.59] I don't know nobody this petty\n[00:33.09] (Nah)\n[00:33.34] This where I take control of shit\n[00:35.20] This where I get to rap about sticks and\n[00:37.26] How we wrap bricks with petroleum\n[00:38.70] Clean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\n[00:40.58] My rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\n[00:43.90] West signed me, I was woke again, I'ma tell that story all over again\n[00:47.05] (Yeah)\n[00:47.11] Get rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\n[00:50.21] They said I'd never switch it up, but\n[00:51.99] I'm like three flows in on this verse\n[00:53.71] So what that tell you? That tell me that these\n[00:55.53] Niggas do a lot of cheerleadin' (Lot of cheerleadin')\n[00:57.50] And these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\n[01:00.03] And the Butcher comin', motherfucker\n[01:01.75] Never seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\n[01:05.00] I got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\n[01:06.72] But we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\n[01:08.52] I put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\n[01:10.15] When y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\n[01:12.12] I think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\n[01:15.16] I play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\n[01:18.71] I can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\n[01:22.29] Giants Monday night football, I'm watchin'\n[01:24.45] From the box (From the box)\n[01:25.49] Me and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\n[01:27.30] I'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\n[01:30.06] You make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\n[01:32.05] You makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\n[01:35.34] That's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop\n[01:38.85] (Yeah)\n[01:39.55] Then make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\n[01:42.58] It's the Butcher, nigga\n[01:43.95] When y'all tell the tale\n[01:46.82] Make sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\n[01:50.18] A team that was one of one\n[01:54.13] That shifted everything\n[01:57.93] The culture was never the same after they got here\n[02:00.74] Stove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\n[02:04.96] We can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\n[02:08.07] Ten course, three houses (Skrrt)\n[02:09.70] One house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\n[02:13.49] Perrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\n[02:16.43] We had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\n[02:20.03] Any doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow\n[02:23.39] My nigga you gotta recount it\n[02:25.29] Ayo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\n[02:28.01] Wheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\n[02:31.91] McLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\n[02:35.17] Oh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n[02:39.94] Uh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\n[02:42.57] The cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White\n[02:45.93] (Hahaha)\n[02:46.46] It started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\n[02:49.16] Needles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\n[02:51.99] Sparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\n[02:55.17] VVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\n[02:59.87] I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\n[03:01.98] The trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\n[03:05.57] If you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\n[03:08.63] Gina Jackson face on a brick stamp\n[03:11.62] Left the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\n[03:14.06] I went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\n[03:17.55] Get low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\n[03:19.79] They askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\n[03:22.85] Quarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\n[03:26.49] It ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\n[03:30.33] All that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\n[03:33.89] I rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\n[03:36.24] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[03:39.89] Oh, oh, oh\n[03:43.66] Oh, oh, oh\n[03:45.94] Oh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\n[03:51.47] Speed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\n[03:56.28] All the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\n[03:59.95] Make 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\n[04:03.16] He tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\n[04:06.67] They shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\n[04:10.56] Fast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\n[04:14.07] You know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\n[04:17.53] You dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\n[04:20.70] We so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\n[04:24.14] Could leave and come back, they'd still\n[04:26.16] Be fucked up in the same place\n[04:27.75] Light you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\n[04:31.19] Life dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\n[04:34.43] Chop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\n[04:38.13] Then I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\n[04:41.94] Ghost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\n[04:44.21] He tried to run, we blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet\n[04:48.38] (Boom)\n[04:49.78] All I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\n[04:52.43] On the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\n[04:56.03] Residue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n[04:59.13] (Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\n[05:00.91] All of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\n[05:01.59] All we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\n[05:03.62] Pop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\n[05:06.13] Piss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\n[05:10.18] Y'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\n[05:13.95] Nah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\n[05:16.82] Y'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\n[05:18.22] He hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\n[05:19.99] Throwin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n[05:21.70] 'Cause this shit'll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)\n[05:23.70] Gave bitches room, gave bitches doom\n[05:25.63] Let me starve, so I made bitches food\n[05:27.67] Made a lane and I made bitches move\n[05:29.96] Killed niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\n[05:32.29] Flow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\n[05:33.73] These hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\n[05:37.48] Like they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\n[05:39.38] Cop keys of that cake, Ma\n[05:40.96] Stacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\n[05:43.64] Big moves when the bricks move\n[05:45.33] Touch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\n[05:47.85] Young girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\n[05:50.88] Everybody from the block was lookin' to pop it\n[05:53.15] I was the monster who\n[05:54.40] Took this shit to the top, boy, like I'm Shane or Sully\n[05:56.79] The game is funny\n[05:57.94] Woah, what's happenin'?\n[06:05.27] Yeah, okay\n[06:08.71] I'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\n[06:12.27] Gold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\n[06:15.59] Real Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\n[06:19.51] All gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\n[06:22.78] I'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\n[06:26.00] And when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\n[06:29.65] I bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\n[06:33.14] Countin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\n[06:36.65] Just a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\n[06:40.57] Slidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\n[06:43.98] They never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\n[06:47.64] I show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n[06:50.98] 4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n[06:54.48] 2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\n[06:58.08] Bangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\n[07:01.03] In the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\n[07:05.13] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[07:09.68] Oh, oh, oh\n[07:13.36] Oh, oh, oh\n[07:16.82] Oh, oh, oh (Uh)\n[07:26.88] MAC was made in Bangladesh, spray the steps\n[07:29.32] Oops i made a mess (Brrt)\n[07:33.56] They upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\n[07:36.71] They depressed, they wavin' white flags, I'm still gon' wave this TEC\n[07:40.47] (Hahaha)\n[07:40.64] We take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\n[07:43.66] We rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\n[07:47.07] I cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\n[07:50.72] I'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n[07:54.29] (Talk to 'em)\n[07:54.83] Niggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\n[07:57.82] My bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\n[08:01.18] I don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n[08:04.72] (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n[08:06.04] Real pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\n[08:08.34] I'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\n[08:11.94] Past niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\n[08:15.39] Yeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\n[08:18.29] Like I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\n[08:22.39] Bottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\n[08:24.87] All the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\n[08:27.66] I bend your bitch, then tell her \"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\"\n[08:30.83] (Goodbye)\n[08:31.75] Then I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\n[08:34.35] Think you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift\n[08:37.93] (Talk to 'em)\n[08:38.68] Hiders called me from the Feds and said\n[08:40.99] \"I'm glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"\n[08:43.80] Oh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\n[08:49.35] Oh, oh, oh\n[08:51.21] (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\n[08:52.68] Oh, oh, oh\n[08:54.86] Oh, oh, oh\n[08:58.08] (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n[09:02.17] When we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\n[09:05.64] We done lived it all\n[09:07.40] We the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\n[09:13.34] We came Back to the Future to\n[09:16.60] Be the Terminators of the Matrix\n[09:18.32] We the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\n[09:23.13] See, no Mission is Impossible\n[09:25.54] When you this Fast and Furious\n[09:28.14] Niggas Die Hard when\n[09:30.11] We show 'em the Final Destination\n[09:31.97] It's been a pleasure\n[09:37.19] Hitler Wears Hermès 10\n[09:41.56] DJ Drama\n[09:46.10] And like that, we gone\n[09:51.87] B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\n[09:55.16] Gunn, holla at me\n[09:59.48] Legendary, timeless\n[10:04.94] Just make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n[10:07.83] (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n[10:10.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Red Death (feat. Benny The Butcher, Stove God Cooks, Rome Streetz, Armani Caesar, Jay Worthy, Conway the Machine & Robby Takac)\n  artist: Westside Gunn\n  album: '10'\n  duration_ms: 623000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: And now we've come to that time\n  start_ms: 1990\n  end_ms: 5990\n- text: Where the legend of Griselda lives forever\n  start_ms: 5990\n  end_ms: 7880\n- text: The Butcher comin' nigga\n  start_ms: 7880\n  end_ms: 9760\n- text: Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\n  start_ms: 9760\n  end_ms: 12910\n- text: Y'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\n  start_ms: 12910\n  end_ms: 16340\n- text: We the biggest (Biggest)\n  start_ms: 16340\n  end_ms: 18650\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 18650\n  end_ms: 19970\n- text: I don't know nobody this hungry\n  start_ms: 19970\n  end_ms: 20800\n- text: I don't know nobody this humble\n  start_ms: 20800\n  end_ms: 23190\n- text: I don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan\n  start_ms: 23190\n  end_ms: 25300\n- text: I can switch jungles\n  start_ms: 25300\n  end_ms: 26690\n- text: I don't know nobody this gangsta\n  start_ms: 26690\n  end_ms: 28460\n- text: I don't know nobody this ready\n  start_ms: 28460\n  end_ms: 30240\n- text: Snatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\n  start_ms: 30240\n  end_ms: 31590\n- text: I don't know nobody this petty\n  start_ms: 31590\n  end_ms: 33090\n- text: (Nah)\n  start_ms: 33090\n  end_ms: 33340\n- text: This where I take control of shit\n  start_ms: 33340\n  end_ms: 35200\n- text: This where I get to rap about sticks and\n  start_ms: 35200\n  end_ms: 37260\n- text: How we wrap bricks with petroleum\n  start_ms: 37260\n  end_ms: 38700\n- text: Clean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 38700\n  end_ms: 40580\n- text: My rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\n  start_ms: 40580\n  end_ms: 43900\n- text: West signed me, I was woke again, I'ma tell that story all over again\n  start_ms: 43900\n  end_ms: 47050\n- text: (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 47050\n  end_ms: 47110\n- text: Get rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\n  start_ms: 47110\n  end_ms: 50210\n- text: They said I'd never switch it up, but\n  start_ms: 50210\n  end_ms: 51990\n- text: I'm like three flows in on this verse\n  start_ms: 51990\n  end_ms: 53710\n- text: So what that tell you? That tell me that these\n  start_ms: 53710\n  end_ms: 55530\n- text: Niggas do a lot of cheerleadin' (Lot of cheerleadin')\n  start_ms: 55530\n  end_ms: 57500\n- text: And these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\n  start_ms: 57500\n  end_ms: 60030\n- text: And the Butcher comin', motherfucker\n  start_ms: 60030\n  end_ms: 61750\n- text: Never seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\n  start_ms: 61750\n  end_ms: 65000\n- text: I got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\n  start_ms: 65000\n  end_ms: 66720\n- text: But we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\n  start_ms: 66720\n  end_ms: 68520\n- text: I put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 68520\n  end_ms: 70150\n- text: When y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\n  start_ms: 70150\n  end_ms: 72120\n- text: I think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\n  start_ms: 72120\n  end_ms: 75160\n- text: I play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\n  start_ms: 75160\n  end_ms: 78710\n- text: I can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\n  start_ms: 78710\n  end_ms: 82290\n- text: Giants Monday night football, I'm watchin'\n  start_ms: 82290\n  end_ms: 84450\n- text: From the box (From the box)\n  start_ms: 84450\n  end_ms: 85490\n- text: Me and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\n  start_ms: 85490\n  end_ms: 87300\n- text: I'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\n  start_ms: 87300\n  end_ms: 90060\n- text: You make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 90060\n  end_ms: 92050\n- text: You makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\n  start_ms: 92050\n  end_ms: 95340\n- text: That's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop\n  start_ms: 95340\n  end_ms: 98850\n- text: (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 98850\n  end_ms: 99550\n- text: Then make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\n  start_ms: 99550\n  end_ms: 102580\n- text: It's the Butcher, nigga\n  start_ms: 102580\n  end_ms: 103950\n- text: When y'all tell the tale\n  start_ms: 103950\n  end_ms: 106820\n- text: Make sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\n  start_ms: 106820\n  end_ms: 110180\n- text: A team that was one of one\n  start_ms: 110180\n  end_ms: 114130\n- text: That shifted everything\n  start_ms: 114130\n  end_ms: 117930\n- text: The culture was never the same after they got here\n  start_ms: 117930\n  end_ms: 120740\n- text: Stove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\n  start_ms: 120740\n  end_ms: 124960\n- text: We can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\n  start_ms: 124960\n  end_ms: 128070\n- text: Ten course, three houses (Skrrt)\n  start_ms: 128070\n  end_ms: 129700\n- text: One house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\n  start_ms: 129700\n  end_ms: 133490\n- text: Perrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\n  start_ms: 133490\n  end_ms: 136430\n- text: We had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\n  start_ms: 136430\n  end_ms: 140030\n- text: Any doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow\n  start_ms: 140030\n  end_ms: 143390\n- text: My nigga you gotta recount it\n  start_ms: 143390\n  end_ms: 145290\n- text: Ayo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\n  start_ms: 145290\n  end_ms: 148010\n- text: Wheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\n  start_ms: 148010\n  end_ms: 151910\n- text: McLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\n  start_ms: 151910\n  end_ms: 155170\n- text: Oh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  start_ms: 155170\n  end_ms: 159940\n- text: Uh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\n  start_ms: 159940\n  end_ms: 162570\n- text: The cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White\n  start_ms: 162570\n  end_ms: 165930\n- text: (Hahaha)\n  start_ms: 165930\n  end_ms: 166460\n- text: It started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\n  start_ms: 166460\n  end_ms: 169160\n- text: Needles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\n  start_ms: 169160\n  end_ms: 171990\n- text: Sparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\n  start_ms: 171990\n  end_ms: 175170\n- text: VVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\n  start_ms: 175170\n  end_ms: 179870\n- text: I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\n  start_ms: 179870\n  end_ms: 181980\n- text: The trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\n  start_ms: 181980\n  end_ms: 185570\n- text: If you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\n  start_ms: 185570\n  end_ms: 188630\n- text: Gina Jackson face on a brick stamp\n  start_ms: 188630\n  end_ms: 191620\n- text: Left the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\n  start_ms: 191620\n  end_ms: 194060\n- text: I went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\n  start_ms: 194060\n  end_ms: 197550\n- text: Get low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\n  start_ms: 197550\n  end_ms: 199790\n- text: They askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\n  start_ms: 199790\n  end_ms: 202850\n- text: Quarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\n  start_ms: 202850\n  end_ms: 206490\n- text: It ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\n  start_ms: 206490\n  end_ms: 210330\n- text: All that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\n  start_ms: 210330\n  end_ms: 213890\n- text: I rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\n  start_ms: 213890\n  end_ms: 216240\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 216240\n  end_ms: 219890\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 219890\n  end_ms: 223660\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 223660\n  end_ms: 225940\n- text: Oh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\n  start_ms: 225940\n  end_ms: 231470\n- text: Speed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\n  start_ms: 231470\n  end_ms: 236280\n- text: All the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\n  start_ms: 236280\n  end_ms: 239950\n- text: Make 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\n  start_ms: 239950\n  end_ms: 243160\n- text: He tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\n  start_ms: 243160\n  end_ms: 246670\n- text: They shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\n  start_ms: 246670\n  end_ms: 250560\n- text: Fast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\n  start_ms: 250560\n  end_ms: 254070\n- text: You know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\n  start_ms: 254070\n  end_ms: 257530\n- text: You dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\n  start_ms: 257530\n  end_ms: 260700\n- text: We so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\n  start_ms: 260700\n  end_ms: 264140\n- text: Could leave and come back, they'd still\n  start_ms: 264140\n  end_ms: 266160\n- text: Be fucked up in the same place\n  start_ms: 266160\n  end_ms: 267750\n- text: Light you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\n  start_ms: 267750\n  end_ms: 271190\n- text: Life dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\n  start_ms: 271190\n  end_ms: 274430\n- text: Chop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\n  start_ms: 274430\n  end_ms: 278130\n- text: Then I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\n  start_ms: 278130\n  end_ms: 281940\n- text: Ghost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\n  start_ms: 281940\n  end_ms: 284210\n- text: He tried to run, we blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet\n  start_ms: 284210\n  end_ms: 288380\n- text: (Boom)\n  start_ms: 288380\n  end_ms: 289780\n- text: All I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\n  start_ms: 289780\n  end_ms: 292430\n- text: On the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\n  start_ms: 292430\n  end_ms: 296030\n- text: Residue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n  start_ms: 296030\n  end_ms: 299130\n- text: (Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\n  start_ms: 299130\n  end_ms: 300910\n- text: All of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\n  start_ms: 300910\n  end_ms: 301590\n- text: All we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\n  start_ms: 301590\n  end_ms: 303620\n- text: Pop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\n  start_ms: 303620\n  end_ms: 306130\n- text: Piss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\n  start_ms: 306130\n  end_ms: 310180\n- text: Y'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\n  start_ms: 310180\n  end_ms: 313950\n- text: Nah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\n  start_ms: 313950\n  end_ms: 316820\n- text: Y'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 316820\n  end_ms: 318220\n- text: He hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\n  start_ms: 318220\n  end_ms: 319990\n- text: Throwin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n  start_ms: 319990\n  end_ms: 321700\n- text: '''Cause this shit''ll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)'\n  start_ms: 321700\n  end_ms: 323700\n- text: Gave bitches room, gave bitches doom\n  start_ms: 323700\n  end_ms: 325630\n- text: Let me starve, so I made bitches food\n  start_ms: 325630\n  end_ms: 327670\n- text: Made a lane and I made bitches move\n  start_ms: 327670\n  end_ms: 329960\n- text: Killed niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\n  start_ms: 329960\n  end_ms: 332290\n- text: Flow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\n  start_ms: 332290\n  end_ms: 333730\n- text: These hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\n  start_ms: 333730\n  end_ms: 337480\n- text: Like they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\n  start_ms: 337480\n  end_ms: 339380\n- text: Cop keys of that cake, Ma\n  start_ms: 339380\n  end_ms: 340960\n- text: Stacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\n  start_ms: 340960\n  end_ms: 343640\n- text: Big moves when the bricks move\n  start_ms: 343640\n  end_ms: 345330\n- text: Touch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\n  start_ms: 345330\n  end_ms: 347850\n- text: Young girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\n  start_ms: 347850\n  end_ms: 350880\n- text: Everybody from the block was lookin' to pop it\n  start_ms: 350880\n  end_ms: 353150\n- text: I was the monster who\n  start_ms: 353150\n  end_ms: 354400\n- text: Took this shit to the top, boy, like I'm Shane or Sully\n  start_ms: 354400\n  end_ms: 356790\n- text: The game is funny\n  start_ms: 356790\n  end_ms: 357940\n- text: Woah, what's happenin'?\n  start_ms: 357940\n  end_ms: 365270\n- text: Yeah, okay\n  start_ms: 365270\n  end_ms: 368710\n- text: I'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\n  start_ms: 368710\n  end_ms: 372270\n- text: Gold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\n  start_ms: 372270\n  end_ms: 375590\n- text: Real Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\n  start_ms: 375590\n  end_ms: 379510\n- text: All gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\n  start_ms: 379510\n  end_ms: 382780\n- text: I'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\n  start_ms: 382780\n  end_ms: 386000\n- text: And when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\n  start_ms: 386000\n  end_ms: 389650\n- text: I bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\n  start_ms: 389650\n  end_ms: 393140\n- text: Countin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\n  start_ms: 393140\n  end_ms: 396650\n- text: Just a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\n  start_ms: 396650\n  end_ms: 400570\n- text: Slidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\n  start_ms: 400570\n  end_ms: 403980\n- text: They never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\n  start_ms: 403980\n  end_ms: 407640\n- text: I show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n  start_ms: 407640\n  end_ms: 410980\n- text: 4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n  start_ms: 410980\n  end_ms: 414480\n- text: 2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\n  start_ms: 414480\n  end_ms: 418080\n- text: Bangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\n  start_ms: 418080\n  end_ms: 421030\n- text: In the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\n  start_ms: 421030\n  end_ms: 425130\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 425130\n  end_ms: 429680\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 429680\n  end_ms: 433360\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 433360\n  end_ms: 436820\n- text: Oh, oh, oh (Uh)\n  start_ms: 436820\n  end_ms: 446880\n- text: MAC was made in Bangladesh, spray the steps\n  start_ms: 446880\n  end_ms: 449320\n- text: Oops i made a mess (Brrt)\n  start_ms: 449320\n  end_ms: 453560\n- text: They upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\n  start_ms: 453560\n  end_ms: 456710\n- text: They depressed, they wavin' white flags, I'm still gon' wave this TEC\n  start_ms: 456710\n  end_ms: 460470\n- text: (Hahaha)\n  start_ms: 460470\n  end_ms: 460640\n- text: We take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\n  start_ms: 460640\n  end_ms: 463660\n- text: We rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\n  start_ms: 463660\n  end_ms: 467070\n- text: I cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\n  start_ms: 467070\n  end_ms: 470720\n- text: I'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n  start_ms: 470720\n  end_ms: 474290\n- text: (Talk to 'em)\n  start_ms: 474290\n  end_ms: 474830\n- text: Niggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\n  start_ms: 474830\n  end_ms: 477820\n- text: My bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\n  start_ms: 477820\n  end_ms: 481180\n- text: I don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n  start_ms: 481180\n  end_ms: 484720\n- text: (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  start_ms: 484720\n  end_ms: 486040\n- text: Real pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\n  start_ms: 486040\n  end_ms: 488340\n- text: I'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\n  start_ms: 488340\n  end_ms: 491940\n- text: Past niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\n  start_ms: 491940\n  end_ms: 495390\n- text: Yeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\n  start_ms: 495390\n  end_ms: 498290\n- text: Like I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\n  start_ms: 498290\n  end_ms: 502390\n- text: Bottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 502390\n  end_ms: 504870\n- text: All the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\n  start_ms: 504870\n  end_ms: 507660\n- text: I bend your bitch, then tell her \"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\"\n  start_ms: 507660\n  end_ms: 510830\n- text: (Goodbye)\n  start_ms: 510830\n  end_ms: 511750\n- text: Then I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\n  start_ms: 511750\n  end_ms: 514350\n- text: Think you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift\n  start_ms: 514350\n  end_ms: 517930\n- text: (Talk to 'em)\n  start_ms: 517930\n  end_ms: 518680\n- text: Hiders called me from the Feds and said\n  start_ms: 518680\n  end_ms: 520990\n- text: '\"I''m glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"'\n  start_ms: 520990\n  end_ms: 523800\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\n  start_ms: 523800\n  end_ms: 529350\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 529350\n  end_ms: 531210\n- text: (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\n  start_ms: 531210\n  end_ms: 532680\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 532680\n  end_ms: 534860\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 534860\n  end_ms: 538080\n- text: (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  start_ms: 538080\n  end_ms: 542170\n- text: When we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\n  start_ms: 542170\n  end_ms: 545640\n- text: We done lived it all\n  start_ms: 545640\n  end_ms: 547400\n- text: We the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\n  start_ms: 547400\n  end_ms: 553340\n- text: We came Back to the Future to\n  start_ms: 553340\n  end_ms: 556600\n- text: Be the Terminators of the Matrix\n  start_ms: 556600\n  end_ms: 558320\n- text: We the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\n  start_ms: 558320\n  end_ms: 563130\n- text: See, no Mission is Impossible\n  start_ms: 563130\n  end_ms: 565540\n- text: When you this Fast and Furious\n  start_ms: 565540\n  end_ms: 568140\n- text: Niggas Die Hard when\n  start_ms: 568140\n  end_ms: 570110\n- text: We show 'em the Final Destination\n  start_ms: 570110\n  end_ms: 571970\n- text: It's been a pleasure\n  start_ms: 571970\n  end_ms: 577190\n- text: Hitler Wears Hermès 10\n  start_ms: 577190\n  end_ms: 581560\n- text: DJ Drama\n  start_ms: 581560\n  end_ms: 586100\n- text: And like that, we gone\n  start_ms: 586100\n  end_ms: 591870\n- text: B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\n  start_ms: 591870\n  end_ms: 595160\n- text: Gunn, holla at me\n  start_ms: 595160\n  end_ms: 599480\n- text: Legendary, timeless\n  start_ms: 599480\n  end_ms: 604940\n- text: Just make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n  start_ms: 604940\n  end_ms: 607830\n- text: (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  start_ms: 607830\n  end_ms: 610620\nplain: |-\n  And now we've come to that time\n  Where the legend of Griselda lives forever\n  The Butcher comin' nigga\n  Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\n  Y'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\n  We the biggest (Biggest)\n  Yeah\n  I don't know nobody this hungry, I don't know nobody this humble\n  I don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan, I can switch jungles\n  I don't know nobody this gangsta, I don't know nobody this ready\n  Snatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\n  I don't know nobody this petty (Nah)\n  This where I take control of shit\n  This where I get to rap about sticks\n  And how we wrap bricks with petroleum\n  Clean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\n  My rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\n  West signed me, I was woke again\n  I'ma tell that story all over again (Yeah)\n  Get rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\n  They said I'd never switch it up\n  But I'm like three flows in on this verse\n  So what that tell you?\n  That tell me that these niggas do a lot of cheerleadin'\n  (Lot of cheerleadin')\n  And these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\n  And the Butcher comin', motherfucker\n  Never seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\n  I got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\n  But we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\n  I put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\n  When y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\n  I think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\n  I play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\n  I can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\n  Giants Monday night football, I'm watchin' from the box (From the box)\n  Me and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\n  I'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\n  You make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\n  You makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\n  That's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop (Yeah)\n  Then make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\n  It's the Butcher, nigga\n  When y'all tell the tale\n  Make sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\n  A team that was one of one\n  That shifted everything\n  The culture was never the same after they got here\n  Stove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\n  We can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\n  Ten course, three houses (Skrrt)\n  One house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\n  Perrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\n  We had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\n  Any doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow, my nigga\n  You gotta recount it\n  Ayo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\n  Wheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\n  McLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\n  Oh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  Uh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\n  The cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White (Hahaha)\n  It started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\n  Needles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\n  Sparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\n  VVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\n  I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\n  The trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\n  If you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\n  Gina Jackson face on a brick stamp\n  Left the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\n  I went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\n  Get low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\n  They askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\n  Quarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\n  It ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\n  All that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\n  I rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\n  Speed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\n  All the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\n  Make 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\n  He tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\n  They shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\n  Fast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\n  You know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\n  You dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\n  We so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\n  Could leave and come back, they'd still be fucked up in the same place\n  Light you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\n  Life dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\n  Chop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\n  Then I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\n  Ghost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\n  He tried to run\n  We blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet (Boom)\n  All I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\n  On the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\n  Residue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n  (Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\n  All of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\n  All we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\n  Pop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\n  Piss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\n  Y'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\n  Nah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\n  Y'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\n  He hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\n  Throwin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n  'Cause this shit'll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)\n  Gave bitches room, gave bitches doom\n  Let me starve, so I made bitches food\n  Made a lane and I made bitches move\n  Killed niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\n  Flow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\n  These hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\n  Like they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\n  Cop keys of that cake, Ma\n  Stacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\n  Big moves when the bricks move\n  Touch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\n  Young girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\n  Everybody from the block was lookin' to pop it, I was the monster who\n  Took this shit to the top, boy\n  Like I'm Shane or Sully, the game is funny\n  Woah, what's happenin'?\n  Yeah, okay\n  I'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\n  Gold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\n  Real Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\n  All gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\n  I'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\n  And when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\n  I bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\n  Countin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\n  Just a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\n  Slidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\n  They never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\n  I show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n  4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n  2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\n  Bangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\n  In the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh (Uh)\n  MAC was made in Bangladesh\n  Spray the steps, oops, I made a mess (Brrt)\n  They upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\n  They depressed, they wavin' white flags\n  I'm still gon' wave this TEC (Hahaha)\n  We take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\n  We rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\n  I cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\n  I'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n  (Talk to 'em)\n  Niggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\n  My bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\n  I don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n  (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  Real pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\n  I'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\n  Past niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\n  Yeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\n  Like I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\n  Bottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\n  All the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\n  I bend your bitch, then tell her\n  \"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\" (Goodbye)\n  Then I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\n  Think you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift (Talk to 'em)\n  Hiders called me from the Feds and said\n  \"I'm glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\n  Oh, oh, oh (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  When we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\n  We done lived it all\n  We the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\n  We came Back to the Future to be the Terminators of the Matrix\n  We the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\n  See, no Mission is Impossible when you this Fast and Furious\n  Niggas Die Hard when we show 'em the Final Destination\n  It's been a pleasure\n  Hitler Wears Hermès 10\n  DJ Drama\n  And like that, we gone\n  B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\n  Gunn, holla at me\n  Legendary, timeless\n  Just make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n  (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n"},{"id":36015188,"name":"Red Death feat. 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Armani Caesar, Benny The Butcher, Conway The Machine, Jay Worthy, Robby Takac, Rome Streetz, Stove God Cooks","artistName":"Westside Gunn","albumName":"10","duration":623.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And now we've come to that time\nWhere the legend of Griselda lives forever\nThe Butcher comin' nigga\nAyo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\nY'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\nWe the biggest (Biggest)\nYeah\n\nI don't know nobody this hungry\nI don't know nobody this humble\nI don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan\nI can switch jungles\nI don't know nobody this gangsta\nI don't know nobody this ready\nSnatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\nI don't know nobody this petty\n(Nah)\nThis where I take control of shit\nThis where I get to rap about sticks and\nHow we wrap bricks with petroleum\nClean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\nMy rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\nWest signed me, I was woke again, I'ma tell that story all over again\n(Yeah)\nGet rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\nThey said I'd never switch it up, but\nI'm like three flows in on this verse\nSo what that tell you? That tell me that these\nNiggas do a lot of cheerleadin' (Lot of cheerleadin')\nAnd these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\nAnd the Butcher comin', motherfucker\nNever seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\nI got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\nBut we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\nI put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\nWhen y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\nI think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\nI play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\nI can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\nGiants Monday night football, I'm watchin'\nFrom the box (From the box)\nMe and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\nI'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\nYou make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\nYou makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\nThat's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop\n(Yeah)\nThen make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\nIt's the Butcher, nigga\n\nWhen y'all tell the tale\nMake sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\nA team that was one of one\nThat shifted everything\nThe culture was never the same after they got here\n\nStove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\nWe can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\nTen course, three houses (Skrrt)\nOne house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\nPerrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\nWe had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\nAny doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow\nMy nigga you gotta recount it\nAyo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\nWheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\nMcLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\nOh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n\nUh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\nThe cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White\n(Hahaha)\nIt started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\nNeedles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\nSparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\nVVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\nI've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\nThe trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\nIf you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\nGina Jackson face on a brick stamp\nLeft the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\nI went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\nGet low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\nThey askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\nQuarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\nIt ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\nAll that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\nI rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\n\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\n\nSpeed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\nAll the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\nMake 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\nHe tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\nThey shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\nFast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\nYou know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\nYou dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\nWe so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\nCould leave and come back, they'd still\nBe fucked up in the same place\nLight you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\nLife dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\nChop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\nThen I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\nGhost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\nHe tried to run, we blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet\n(Boom)\nAll I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\nOn the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\nResidue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n(Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\nAll of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\nAll we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\nPop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\nPiss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\n\nY'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\n\nNah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\nY'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\nHe hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\nThrowin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n'Cause this shit'll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)\nGave bitches room, gave bitches doom\nLet me starve, so I made bitches food\nMade a lane and I made bitches move\nKilled niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\nFlow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\nThese hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\nLike they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\nCop keys of that cake, Ma\nStacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\nBig moves when the bricks move\nTouch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\nYoung girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\nEverybody from the block was lookin' to pop it\nI was the monster who\nTook this shit to the top, boy, like I'm Shane or Sully\nThe game is funny\n\nWoah, what's happenin'?\nYeah, okay\n\nI'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\nGold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\nReal Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\nAll gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\nI'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\nAnd when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\nI bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\nCountin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\nJust a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\nSlidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\nThey never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\nI show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\nBangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\nIn the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\n\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh (Uh)\n\nMAC was made in Bangladesh, spray the steps\nOops i made a mess (Brrt)\nThey upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\nThey depressed, they wavin' white flags, I'm still gon' wave this TEC\n(Hahaha)\nWe take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\nWe rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\nI cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\nI'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n(Talk to 'em)\nNiggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\nMy bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\nI don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\nReal pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\nI'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\nPast niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\nYeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\nLike I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\nBottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\nAll the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\nI bend your bitch, then tell her \"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\"\n(Goodbye)\nThen I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\nThink you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift\n(Talk to 'em)\nHiders called me from the Feds and said\n\"I'm glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"\n\nOh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\nOh, oh, oh\n(Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\n(Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n\nWhen we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\nWe done lived it all\nWe the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\nWe came Back to the Future to\nBe the Terminators of the Matrix\nWe the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\nSee, no Mission is Impossible\nWhen you this Fast and Furious\nNiggas Die Hard when\nWe show 'em the Final Destination\nIt's been a pleasure\nHitler Wears Hermès 10\nDJ Drama\nAnd like that, we gone\nB-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\nGunn, holla at me\nLegendary, timeless\nJust make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n(Gangsta Gri-zillz)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.99] And now we've come to that time\n[00:05.99] Where the legend of Griselda lives forever\n[00:07.88] The Butcher comin' nigga\n[00:09.76] Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\n[00:12.91] Y'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\n[00:16.34] We the biggest (Biggest)\n[00:18.65] Yeah\n[00:19.97] I don't know nobody this hungry\n[00:20.80] I don't know nobody this humble\n[00:23.19] I don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan\n[00:25.30] I can switch jungles\n[00:26.69] I don't know nobody this gangsta\n[00:28.46] I don't know nobody this ready\n[00:30.24] Snatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\n[00:31.59] I don't know nobody this petty\n[00:33.09] (Nah)\n[00:33.34] This where I take control of shit\n[00:35.20] This where I get to rap about sticks and\n[00:37.26] How we wrap bricks with petroleum\n[00:38.70] Clean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\n[00:40.58] My rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\n[00:43.90] West signed me, I was woke again, I'ma tell that story all over again\n[00:47.05] (Yeah)\n[00:47.11] Get rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\n[00:50.21] They said I'd never switch it up, but\n[00:51.99] I'm like three flows in on this verse\n[00:53.71] So what that tell you? That tell me that these\n[00:55.53] Niggas do a lot of cheerleadin' (Lot of cheerleadin')\n[00:57.50] And these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\n[01:00.03] And the Butcher comin', motherfucker\n[01:01.75] Never seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\n[01:05.00] I got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\n[01:06.72] But we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\n[01:08.52] I put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\n[01:10.15] When y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\n[01:12.12] I think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\n[01:15.16] I play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\n[01:18.71] I can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\n[01:22.29] Giants Monday night football, I'm watchin'\n[01:24.45] From the box (From the box)\n[01:25.49] Me and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\n[01:27.30] I'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\n[01:30.06] You make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\n[01:32.05] You makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\n[01:35.34] That's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop\n[01:38.85] (Yeah)\n[01:39.55] Then make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\n[01:42.58] It's the Butcher, nigga\n[01:43.95] When y'all tell the tale\n[01:46.82] Make sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\n[01:50.18] A team that was one of one\n[01:54.13] That shifted everything\n[01:57.93] The culture was never the same after they got here\n[02:00.74] Stove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\n[02:04.96] We can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\n[02:08.07] Ten course, three houses (Skrrt)\n[02:09.70] One house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\n[02:13.49] Perrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\n[02:16.43] We had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\n[02:20.03] Any doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow\n[02:23.39] My nigga you gotta recount it\n[02:25.29] Ayo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\n[02:28.01] Wheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\n[02:31.91] McLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\n[02:35.17] Oh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n[02:39.94] Uh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\n[02:42.57] The cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White\n[02:45.93] (Hahaha)\n[02:46.46] It started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\n[02:49.16] Needles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\n[02:51.99] Sparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\n[02:55.17] VVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\n[02:59.87] I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\n[03:01.98] The trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\n[03:05.57] If you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\n[03:08.63] Gina Jackson face on a brick stamp\n[03:11.62] Left the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\n[03:14.06] I went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\n[03:17.55] Get low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\n[03:19.79] They askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\n[03:22.85] Quarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\n[03:26.49] It ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\n[03:30.33] All that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\n[03:33.89] I rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\n[03:36.24] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[03:39.89] Oh, oh, oh\n[03:43.66] Oh, oh, oh\n[03:45.94] Oh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\n[03:51.47] Speed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\n[03:56.28] All the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\n[03:59.95] Make 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\n[04:03.16] He tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\n[04:06.67] They shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\n[04:10.56] Fast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\n[04:14.07] You know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\n[04:17.53] You dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\n[04:20.70] We so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\n[04:24.14] Could leave and come back, they'd still\n[04:26.16] Be fucked up in the same place\n[04:27.75] Light you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\n[04:31.19] Life dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\n[04:34.43] Chop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\n[04:38.13] Then I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\n[04:41.94] Ghost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\n[04:44.21] He tried to run, we blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet\n[04:48.38] (Boom)\n[04:49.78] All I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\n[04:52.43] On the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\n[04:56.03] Residue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n[04:59.13] (Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\n[05:00.91] All of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\n[05:01.59] All we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\n[05:03.62] Pop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\n[05:06.13] Piss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\n[05:10.18] Y'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\n[05:13.95] Nah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\n[05:16.82] Y'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\n[05:18.22] He hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\n[05:19.99] Throwin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n[05:21.70] 'Cause this shit'll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)\n[05:23.70] Gave bitches room, gave bitches doom\n[05:25.63] Let me starve, so I made bitches food\n[05:27.67] Made a lane and I made bitches move\n[05:29.96] Killed niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\n[05:32.29] Flow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\n[05:33.73] These hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\n[05:37.48] Like they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\n[05:39.38] Cop keys of that cake, Ma\n[05:40.96] Stacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\n[05:43.64] Big moves when the bricks move\n[05:45.33] Touch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\n[05:47.85] Young girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\n[05:50.88] Everybody from the block was lookin' to pop it\n[05:53.15] I was the monster who\n[05:54.40] Took this shit to the top, boy, like I'm Shane or Sully\n[05:56.79] The game is funny\n[05:57.94] Woah, what's happenin'?\n[06:05.27] Yeah, okay\n[06:08.71] I'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\n[06:12.27] Gold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\n[06:15.59] Real Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\n[06:19.51] All gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\n[06:22.78] I'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\n[06:26.00] And when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\n[06:29.65] I bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\n[06:33.14] Countin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\n[06:36.65] Just a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\n[06:40.57] Slidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\n[06:43.98] They never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\n[06:47.64] I show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n[06:50.98] 4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n[06:54.48] 2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\n[06:58.08] Bangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\n[07:01.03] In the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\n[07:05.13] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[07:09.68] Oh, oh, oh\n[07:13.36] Oh, oh, oh\n[07:16.82] Oh, oh, oh (Uh)\n[07:26.88] MAC was made in Bangladesh, spray the steps\n[07:29.32] Oops i made a mess (Brrt)\n[07:33.56] They upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\n[07:36.71] They depressed, they wavin' white flags, I'm still gon' wave this TEC\n[07:40.47] (Hahaha)\n[07:40.64] We take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\n[07:43.66] We rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\n[07:47.07] I cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\n[07:50.72] I'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n[07:54.29] (Talk to 'em)\n[07:54.83] Niggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\n[07:57.82] My bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\n[08:01.18] I don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n[08:04.72] (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n[08:06.04] Real pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\n[08:08.34] I'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\n[08:11.94] Past niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\n[08:15.39] Yeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\n[08:18.29] Like I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\n[08:22.39] Bottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\n[08:24.87] All the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\n[08:27.66] I bend your bitch, then tell her \"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\"\n[08:30.83] (Goodbye)\n[08:31.75] Then I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\n[08:34.35] Think you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift\n[08:37.93] (Talk to 'em)\n[08:38.68] Hiders called me from the Feds and said\n[08:40.99] \"I'm glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"\n[08:43.80] Oh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\n[08:49.35] Oh, oh, oh\n[08:51.21] (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\n[08:52.68] Oh, oh, oh\n[08:54.86] Oh, oh, oh\n[08:58.08] (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n[09:02.17] When we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\n[09:05.64] We done lived it all\n[09:07.40] We the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\n[09:13.34] We came Back to the Future to\n[09:16.60] Be the Terminators of the Matrix\n[09:18.32] We the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\n[09:23.13] See, no Mission is Impossible\n[09:25.54] When you this Fast and Furious\n[09:28.14] Niggas Die Hard when\n[09:30.11] We show 'em the Final Destination\n[09:31.97] It's been a pleasure\n[09:37.19] Hitler Wears Hermès 10\n[09:41.56] DJ Drama\n[09:46.10] And like that, we gone\n[09:51.87] B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\n[09:55.16] Gunn, holla at me\n[09:59.48] Legendary, timeless\n[10:04.94] Just make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n[10:07.83] (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n[10:10.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Red Death feat. Armani Caesar, Benny The Butcher, Conway The Machine, Jay Worthy, Robby Takac, Rome Streetz, Stove God Cooks\n  artist: Westside Gunn\n  album: '10'\n  duration_ms: 623000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: And now we've come to that time\n  start_ms: 1990\n  end_ms: 5990\n- text: Where the legend of Griselda lives forever\n  start_ms: 5990\n  end_ms: 7880\n- text: The Butcher comin' nigga\n  start_ms: 7880\n  end_ms: 9760\n- text: Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\n  start_ms: 9760\n  end_ms: 12910\n- text: Y'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\n  start_ms: 12910\n  end_ms: 16340\n- text: We the biggest (Biggest)\n  start_ms: 16340\n  end_ms: 18650\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 18650\n  end_ms: 19970\n- text: I don't know nobody this hungry\n  start_ms: 19970\n  end_ms: 20800\n- text: I don't know nobody this humble\n  start_ms: 20800\n  end_ms: 23190\n- text: I don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan\n  start_ms: 23190\n  end_ms: 25300\n- text: I can switch jungles\n  start_ms: 25300\n  end_ms: 26690\n- text: I don't know nobody this gangsta\n  start_ms: 26690\n  end_ms: 28460\n- text: I don't know nobody this ready\n  start_ms: 28460\n  end_ms: 30240\n- text: Snatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\n  start_ms: 30240\n  end_ms: 31590\n- text: I don't know nobody this petty\n  start_ms: 31590\n  end_ms: 33090\n- text: (Nah)\n  start_ms: 33090\n  end_ms: 33340\n- text: This where I take control of shit\n  start_ms: 33340\n  end_ms: 35200\n- text: This where I get to rap about sticks and\n  start_ms: 35200\n  end_ms: 37260\n- text: How we wrap bricks with petroleum\n  start_ms: 37260\n  end_ms: 38700\n- text: Clean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 38700\n  end_ms: 40580\n- text: My rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\n  start_ms: 40580\n  end_ms: 43900\n- text: West signed me, I was woke again, I'ma tell that story all over again\n  start_ms: 43900\n  end_ms: 47050\n- text: (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 47050\n  end_ms: 47110\n- text: Get rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\n  start_ms: 47110\n  end_ms: 50210\n- text: They said I'd never switch it up, but\n  start_ms: 50210\n  end_ms: 51990\n- text: I'm like three flows in on this verse\n  start_ms: 51990\n  end_ms: 53710\n- text: So what that tell you? That tell me that these\n  start_ms: 53710\n  end_ms: 55530\n- text: Niggas do a lot of cheerleadin' (Lot of cheerleadin')\n  start_ms: 55530\n  end_ms: 57500\n- text: And these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\n  start_ms: 57500\n  end_ms: 60030\n- text: And the Butcher comin', motherfucker\n  start_ms: 60030\n  end_ms: 61750\n- text: Never seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\n  start_ms: 61750\n  end_ms: 65000\n- text: I got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\n  start_ms: 65000\n  end_ms: 66720\n- text: But we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\n  start_ms: 66720\n  end_ms: 68520\n- text: I put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 68520\n  end_ms: 70150\n- text: When y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\n  start_ms: 70150\n  end_ms: 72120\n- text: I think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\n  start_ms: 72120\n  end_ms: 75160\n- text: I play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\n  start_ms: 75160\n  end_ms: 78710\n- text: I can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\n  start_ms: 78710\n  end_ms: 82290\n- text: Giants Monday night football, I'm watchin'\n  start_ms: 82290\n  end_ms: 84450\n- text: From the box (From the box)\n  start_ms: 84450\n  end_ms: 85490\n- text: Me and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\n  start_ms: 85490\n  end_ms: 87300\n- text: I'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\n  start_ms: 87300\n  end_ms: 90060\n- text: You make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 90060\n  end_ms: 92050\n- text: You makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\n  start_ms: 92050\n  end_ms: 95340\n- text: That's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop\n  start_ms: 95340\n  end_ms: 98850\n- text: (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 98850\n  end_ms: 99550\n- text: Then make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\n  start_ms: 99550\n  end_ms: 102580\n- text: It's the Butcher, nigga\n  start_ms: 102580\n  end_ms: 103950\n- text: When y'all tell the tale\n  start_ms: 103950\n  end_ms: 106820\n- text: Make sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\n  start_ms: 106820\n  end_ms: 110180\n- text: A team that was one of one\n  start_ms: 110180\n  end_ms: 114130\n- text: That shifted everything\n  start_ms: 114130\n  end_ms: 117930\n- text: The culture was never the same after they got here\n  start_ms: 117930\n  end_ms: 120740\n- text: Stove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\n  start_ms: 120740\n  end_ms: 124960\n- text: We can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\n  start_ms: 124960\n  end_ms: 128070\n- text: Ten course, three houses (Skrrt)\n  start_ms: 128070\n  end_ms: 129700\n- text: One house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\n  start_ms: 129700\n  end_ms: 133490\n- text: Perrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\n  start_ms: 133490\n  end_ms: 136430\n- text: We had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\n  start_ms: 136430\n  end_ms: 140030\n- text: Any doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow\n  start_ms: 140030\n  end_ms: 143390\n- text: My nigga you gotta recount it\n  start_ms: 143390\n  end_ms: 145290\n- text: Ayo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\n  start_ms: 145290\n  end_ms: 148010\n- text: Wheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\n  start_ms: 148010\n  end_ms: 151910\n- text: McLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\n  start_ms: 151910\n  end_ms: 155170\n- text: Oh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  start_ms: 155170\n  end_ms: 159940\n- text: Uh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\n  start_ms: 159940\n  end_ms: 162570\n- text: The cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White\n  start_ms: 162570\n  end_ms: 165930\n- text: (Hahaha)\n  start_ms: 165930\n  end_ms: 166460\n- text: It started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\n  start_ms: 166460\n  end_ms: 169160\n- text: Needles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\n  start_ms: 169160\n  end_ms: 171990\n- text: Sparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\n  start_ms: 171990\n  end_ms: 175170\n- text: VVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\n  start_ms: 175170\n  end_ms: 179870\n- text: I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\n  start_ms: 179870\n  end_ms: 181980\n- text: The trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\n  start_ms: 181980\n  end_ms: 185570\n- text: If you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\n  start_ms: 185570\n  end_ms: 188630\n- text: Gina Jackson face on a brick stamp\n  start_ms: 188630\n  end_ms: 191620\n- text: Left the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\n  start_ms: 191620\n  end_ms: 194060\n- text: I went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\n  start_ms: 194060\n  end_ms: 197550\n- text: Get low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\n  start_ms: 197550\n  end_ms: 199790\n- text: They askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\n  start_ms: 199790\n  end_ms: 202850\n- text: Quarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\n  start_ms: 202850\n  end_ms: 206490\n- text: It ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\n  start_ms: 206490\n  end_ms: 210330\n- text: All that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\n  start_ms: 210330\n  end_ms: 213890\n- text: I rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\n  start_ms: 213890\n  end_ms: 216240\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 216240\n  end_ms: 219890\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 219890\n  end_ms: 223660\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 223660\n  end_ms: 225940\n- text: Oh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\n  start_ms: 225940\n  end_ms: 231470\n- text: Speed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\n  start_ms: 231470\n  end_ms: 236280\n- text: All the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\n  start_ms: 236280\n  end_ms: 239950\n- text: Make 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\n  start_ms: 239950\n  end_ms: 243160\n- text: He tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\n  start_ms: 243160\n  end_ms: 246670\n- text: They shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\n  start_ms: 246670\n  end_ms: 250560\n- text: Fast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\n  start_ms: 250560\n  end_ms: 254070\n- text: You know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\n  start_ms: 254070\n  end_ms: 257530\n- text: You dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\n  start_ms: 257530\n  end_ms: 260700\n- text: We so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\n  start_ms: 260700\n  end_ms: 264140\n- text: Could leave and come back, they'd still\n  start_ms: 264140\n  end_ms: 266160\n- text: Be fucked up in the same place\n  start_ms: 266160\n  end_ms: 267750\n- text: Light you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\n  start_ms: 267750\n  end_ms: 271190\n- text: Life dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\n  start_ms: 271190\n  end_ms: 274430\n- text: Chop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\n  start_ms: 274430\n  end_ms: 278130\n- text: Then I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\n  start_ms: 278130\n  end_ms: 281940\n- text: Ghost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\n  start_ms: 281940\n  end_ms: 284210\n- text: He tried to run, we blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet\n  start_ms: 284210\n  end_ms: 288380\n- text: (Boom)\n  start_ms: 288380\n  end_ms: 289780\n- text: All I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\n  start_ms: 289780\n  end_ms: 292430\n- text: On the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\n  start_ms: 292430\n  end_ms: 296030\n- text: Residue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n  start_ms: 296030\n  end_ms: 299130\n- text: (Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\n  start_ms: 299130\n  end_ms: 300910\n- text: All of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\n  start_ms: 300910\n  end_ms: 301590\n- text: All we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\n  start_ms: 301590\n  end_ms: 303620\n- text: Pop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\n  start_ms: 303620\n  end_ms: 306130\n- text: Piss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\n  start_ms: 306130\n  end_ms: 310180\n- text: Y'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\n  start_ms: 310180\n  end_ms: 313950\n- text: Nah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\n  start_ms: 313950\n  end_ms: 316820\n- text: Y'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 316820\n  end_ms: 318220\n- text: He hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\n  start_ms: 318220\n  end_ms: 319990\n- text: Throwin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n  start_ms: 319990\n  end_ms: 321700\n- text: '''Cause this shit''ll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)'\n  start_ms: 321700\n  end_ms: 323700\n- text: Gave bitches room, gave bitches doom\n  start_ms: 323700\n  end_ms: 325630\n- text: Let me starve, so I made bitches food\n  start_ms: 325630\n  end_ms: 327670\n- text: Made a lane and I made bitches move\n  start_ms: 327670\n  end_ms: 329960\n- text: Killed niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\n  start_ms: 329960\n  end_ms: 332290\n- text: Flow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\n  start_ms: 332290\n  end_ms: 333730\n- text: These hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\n  start_ms: 333730\n  end_ms: 337480\n- text: Like they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\n  start_ms: 337480\n  end_ms: 339380\n- text: Cop keys of that cake, Ma\n  start_ms: 339380\n  end_ms: 340960\n- text: Stacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\n  start_ms: 340960\n  end_ms: 343640\n- text: Big moves when the bricks move\n  start_ms: 343640\n  end_ms: 345330\n- text: Touch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\n  start_ms: 345330\n  end_ms: 347850\n- text: Young girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\n  start_ms: 347850\n  end_ms: 350880\n- text: Everybody from the block was lookin' to pop it\n  start_ms: 350880\n  end_ms: 353150\n- text: I was the monster who\n  start_ms: 353150\n  end_ms: 354400\n- text: Took this shit to the top, boy, like I'm Shane or Sully\n  start_ms: 354400\n  end_ms: 356790\n- text: The game is funny\n  start_ms: 356790\n  end_ms: 357940\n- text: Woah, what's happenin'?\n  start_ms: 357940\n  end_ms: 365270\n- text: Yeah, okay\n  start_ms: 365270\n  end_ms: 368710\n- text: I'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\n  start_ms: 368710\n  end_ms: 372270\n- text: Gold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\n  start_ms: 372270\n  end_ms: 375590\n- text: Real Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\n  start_ms: 375590\n  end_ms: 379510\n- text: All gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\n  start_ms: 379510\n  end_ms: 382780\n- text: I'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\n  start_ms: 382780\n  end_ms: 386000\n- text: And when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\n  start_ms: 386000\n  end_ms: 389650\n- text: I bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\n  start_ms: 389650\n  end_ms: 393140\n- text: Countin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\n  start_ms: 393140\n  end_ms: 396650\n- text: Just a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\n  start_ms: 396650\n  end_ms: 400570\n- text: Slidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\n  start_ms: 400570\n  end_ms: 403980\n- text: They never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\n  start_ms: 403980\n  end_ms: 407640\n- text: I show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n  start_ms: 407640\n  end_ms: 410980\n- text: 4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n  start_ms: 410980\n  end_ms: 414480\n- text: 2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\n  start_ms: 414480\n  end_ms: 418080\n- text: Bangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\n  start_ms: 418080\n  end_ms: 421030\n- text: In the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\n  start_ms: 421030\n  end_ms: 425130\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 425130\n  end_ms: 429680\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 429680\n  end_ms: 433360\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 433360\n  end_ms: 436820\n- text: Oh, oh, oh (Uh)\n  start_ms: 436820\n  end_ms: 446880\n- text: MAC was made in Bangladesh, spray the steps\n  start_ms: 446880\n  end_ms: 449320\n- text: Oops i made a mess (Brrt)\n  start_ms: 449320\n  end_ms: 453560\n- text: They upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\n  start_ms: 453560\n  end_ms: 456710\n- text: They depressed, they wavin' white flags, I'm still gon' wave this TEC\n  start_ms: 456710\n  end_ms: 460470\n- text: (Hahaha)\n  start_ms: 460470\n  end_ms: 460640\n- text: We take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\n  start_ms: 460640\n  end_ms: 463660\n- text: We rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\n  start_ms: 463660\n  end_ms: 467070\n- text: I cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\n  start_ms: 467070\n  end_ms: 470720\n- text: I'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n  start_ms: 470720\n  end_ms: 474290\n- text: (Talk to 'em)\n  start_ms: 474290\n  end_ms: 474830\n- text: Niggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\n  start_ms: 474830\n  end_ms: 477820\n- text: My bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\n  start_ms: 477820\n  end_ms: 481180\n- text: I don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n  start_ms: 481180\n  end_ms: 484720\n- text: (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  start_ms: 484720\n  end_ms: 486040\n- text: Real pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\n  start_ms: 486040\n  end_ms: 488340\n- text: I'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\n  start_ms: 488340\n  end_ms: 491940\n- text: Past niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\n  start_ms: 491940\n  end_ms: 495390\n- text: Yeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\n  start_ms: 495390\n  end_ms: 498290\n- text: Like I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\n  start_ms: 498290\n  end_ms: 502390\n- text: Bottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 502390\n  end_ms: 504870\n- text: All the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\n  start_ms: 504870\n  end_ms: 507660\n- text: I bend your bitch, then tell her \"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\"\n  start_ms: 507660\n  end_ms: 510830\n- text: (Goodbye)\n  start_ms: 510830\n  end_ms: 511750\n- text: Then I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\n  start_ms: 511750\n  end_ms: 514350\n- text: Think you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift\n  start_ms: 514350\n  end_ms: 517930\n- text: (Talk to 'em)\n  start_ms: 517930\n  end_ms: 518680\n- text: Hiders called me from the Feds and said\n  start_ms: 518680\n  end_ms: 520990\n- text: '\"I''m glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"'\n  start_ms: 520990\n  end_ms: 523800\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\n  start_ms: 523800\n  end_ms: 529350\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 529350\n  end_ms: 531210\n- text: (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\n  start_ms: 531210\n  end_ms: 532680\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 532680\n  end_ms: 534860\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 534860\n  end_ms: 538080\n- text: (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  start_ms: 538080\n  end_ms: 542170\n- text: When we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\n  start_ms: 542170\n  end_ms: 545640\n- text: We done lived it all\n  start_ms: 545640\n  end_ms: 547400\n- text: We the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\n  start_ms: 547400\n  end_ms: 553340\n- text: We came Back to the Future to\n  start_ms: 553340\n  end_ms: 556600\n- text: Be the Terminators of the Matrix\n  start_ms: 556600\n  end_ms: 558320\n- text: We the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\n  start_ms: 558320\n  end_ms: 563130\n- text: See, no Mission is Impossible\n  start_ms: 563130\n  end_ms: 565540\n- text: When you this Fast and Furious\n  start_ms: 565540\n  end_ms: 568140\n- text: Niggas Die Hard when\n  start_ms: 568140\n  end_ms: 570110\n- text: We show 'em the Final Destination\n  start_ms: 570110\n  end_ms: 571970\n- text: It's been a pleasure\n  start_ms: 571970\n  end_ms: 577190\n- text: Hitler Wears Hermès 10\n  start_ms: 577190\n  end_ms: 581560\n- text: DJ Drama\n  start_ms: 581560\n  end_ms: 586100\n- text: And like that, we gone\n  start_ms: 586100\n  end_ms: 591870\n- text: B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\n  start_ms: 591870\n  end_ms: 595160\n- text: Gunn, holla at me\n  start_ms: 595160\n  end_ms: 599480\n- text: Legendary, timeless\n  start_ms: 599480\n  end_ms: 604940\n- text: Just make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n  start_ms: 604940\n  end_ms: 607830\n- text: (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  start_ms: 607830\n  end_ms: 610620\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 610620\nplain: |-\n  And now we've come to that time\n  Where the legend of Griselda lives forever\n  The Butcher comin' nigga\n  Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\n  Y'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\n  We the biggest (Biggest)\n  Yeah\n\n  I don't know nobody this hungry\n  I don't know nobody this humble\n  I don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan\n  I can switch jungles\n  I don't know nobody this gangsta\n  I don't know nobody this ready\n  Snatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\n  I don't know nobody this petty\n  (Nah)\n  This where I take control of shit\n  This where I get to rap about sticks and\n  How we wrap bricks with petroleum\n  Clean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\n  My rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\n  West signed me, I was woke again, I'ma tell that story all over again\n  (Yeah)\n  Get rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\n  They said I'd never switch it up, but\n  I'm like three flows in on this verse\n  So what that tell you? That tell me that these\n  Niggas do a lot of cheerleadin' (Lot of cheerleadin')\n  And these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\n  And the Butcher comin', motherfucker\n  Never seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\n  I got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\n  But we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\n  I put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\n  When y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\n  I think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\n  I play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\n  I can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\n  Giants Monday night football, I'm watchin'\n  From the box (From the box)\n  Me and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\n  I'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\n  You make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\n  You makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\n  That's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop\n  (Yeah)\n  Then make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\n  It's the Butcher, nigga\n\n  When y'all tell the tale\n  Make sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\n  A team that was one of one\n  That shifted everything\n  The culture was never the same after they got here\n\n  Stove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\n  We can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\n  Ten course, three houses (Skrrt)\n  One house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\n  Perrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\n  We had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\n  Any doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow\n  My nigga you gotta recount it\n  Ayo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\n  Wheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\n  McLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\n  Oh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n\n  Uh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\n  The cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White\n  (Hahaha)\n  It started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\n  Needles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\n  Sparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\n  VVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\n  I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\n  The trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\n  If you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\n  Gina Jackson face on a brick stamp\n  Left the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\n  I went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\n  Get low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\n  They askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\n  Quarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\n  It ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\n  All that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\n  I rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\n\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\n\n  Speed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\n  All the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\n  Make 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\n  He tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\n  They shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\n  Fast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\n  You know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\n  You dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\n  We so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\n  Could leave and come back, they'd still\n  Be fucked up in the same place\n  Light you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\n  Life dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\n  Chop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\n  Then I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\n  Ghost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\n  He tried to run, we blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet\n  (Boom)\n  All I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\n  On the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\n  Residue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n  (Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\n  All of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\n  All we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\n  Pop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\n  Piss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\n\n  Y'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\n\n  Nah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\n  Y'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\n  He hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\n  Throwin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n  'Cause this shit'll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)\n  Gave bitches room, gave bitches doom\n  Let me starve, so I made bitches food\n  Made a lane and I made bitches move\n  Killed niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\n  Flow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\n  These hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\n  Like they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\n  Cop keys of that cake, Ma\n  Stacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\n  Big moves when the bricks move\n  Touch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\n  Young girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\n  Everybody from the block was lookin' to pop it\n  I was the monster who\n  Took this shit to the top, boy, like I'm Shane or Sully\n  The game is funny\n\n  Woah, what's happenin'?\n  Yeah, okay\n\n  I'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\n  Gold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\n  Real Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\n  All gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\n  I'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\n  And when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\n  I bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\n  Countin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\n  Just a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\n  Slidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\n  They never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\n  I show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n  4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n  2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\n  Bangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\n  In the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\n\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh (Uh)\n\n  MAC was made in Bangladesh, spray the steps\n  Oops i made a mess (Brrt)\n  They upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\n  They depressed, they wavin' white flags, I'm still gon' wave this TEC\n  (Hahaha)\n  We take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\n  We rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\n  I cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\n  I'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n  (Talk to 'em)\n  Niggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\n  My bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\n  I don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n  (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  Real pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\n  I'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\n  Past niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\n  Yeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\n  Like I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\n  Bottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\n  All the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\n  I bend your bitch, then tell her \"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\"\n  (Goodbye)\n  Then I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\n  Think you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift\n  (Talk to 'em)\n  Hiders called me from the Feds and said\n  \"I'm glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"\n\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n\n  When we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\n  We done lived it all\n  We the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\n  We came Back to the Future to\n  Be the Terminators of the Matrix\n  We the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\n  See, no Mission is Impossible\n  When you this Fast and Furious\n  Niggas Die Hard when\n  We show 'em the Final Destination\n  It's been a pleasure\n  Hitler Wears Hermès 10\n  DJ Drama\n  And like that, we gone\n  B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\n  Gunn, holla at me\n  Legendary, timeless\n  Just make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n  (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n"},{"id":36244858,"name":"Red Death Ft. 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Jay Worthy, Benny The Butcher, Stove God Cooks, Rome Streetz, Armani Caesar, Conway The Machine, Robby Takac","artistName":"Westside Gunn","albumName":"10","duration":623.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And now we've come to that time\nWhere the legend of Griselda lives forever\nThe Butcher comin' nigga\nAyo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\nY'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\nWe the biggest (Biggest)\nYeah\n\nI don't know nobody this hungry\nI don't know nobody this humble\nI don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan\nI can switch jungles\nI don't know nobody this gangsta\nI don't know nobody this ready\nSnatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\nI don't know nobody this petty\n(Nah)\nThis where I take control of shit\nThis where I get to rap about sticks and\nHow we wrap bricks with petroleum\nClean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\nMy rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\nWest signed me, I was woke again, I'ma tell that story all over again\n(Yeah)\nGet rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\nThey said I'd never switch it up, but\nI'm like three flows in on this verse\nSo what that tell you? That tell me that these\nNiggas do a lot of cheerleadin' (Lot of cheerleadin')\nAnd these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\nAnd the Butcher comin', motherfucker\nNever seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\nI got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\nBut we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\nI put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\nWhen y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\nI think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\nI play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\nI can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\nGiants Monday night football, I'm watchin'\nFrom the box (From the box)\nMe and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\nI'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\nYou make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\nYou makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\nThat's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop\n(Yeah)\nThen make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\nIt's the Butcher, nigga\n\nWhen y'all tell the tale\nMake sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\nA team that was one of one\nThat shifted everything\nThe culture was never the same after they got here\n\nStove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\nWe can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\nTen course, three houses (Skrrt)\nOne house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\nPerrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\nWe had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\nAny doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow\nMy nigga you gotta recount it\nAyo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\nWheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\nMcLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\nOh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n\nUh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\nThe cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White\n(Hahaha)\nIt started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\nNeedles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\nSparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\nVVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\nI've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\nThe trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\nIf you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\nGina Jackson face on a brick stamp\nLeft the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\nI went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\nGet low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\nThey askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\nQuarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\nIt ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\nAll that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\nI rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\n\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\n\nSpeed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\nAll the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\nMake 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\nHe tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\nThey shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\nFast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\nYou know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\nYou dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\nWe so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\nCould leave and come back, they'd still\nBe fucked up in the same place\nLight you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\nLife dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\nChop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\nThen I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\nGhost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\nHe tried to run, we blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet\n(Boom)\nAll I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\nOn the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\nResidue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n(Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\nAll of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\nAll we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\nPop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\nPiss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\n\nY'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\n\nNah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\nY'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\nHe hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\nThrowin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n'Cause this shit'll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)\nGave bitches room, gave bitches doom\nLet me starve, so I made bitches food\nMade a lane and I made bitches move\nKilled niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\nFlow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\nThese hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\nLike they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\nCop keys of that cake, Ma\nStacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\nBig moves when the bricks move\nTouch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\nYoung girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\nEverybody from the block was lookin' to pop it\nI was the monster who\nTook this shit to the top, boy, like I'm Shane or Sully\nThe game is funny\n\nWoah, what's happenin'?\nYeah, okay\n\nI'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\nGold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\nReal Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\nAll gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\nI'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\nAnd when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\nI bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\nCountin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\nJust a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\nSlidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\nThey never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\nI show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\nBangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\nIn the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\n\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh (Uh)\n\nMAC was made in Bangladesh, spray the steps\nOops i made a mess (Brrt)\nThey upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\nThey depressed, they wavin' white flags, I'm still gon' wave this TEC\n(Hahaha)\nWe take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\nWe rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\nI cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\nI'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n(Talk to 'em)\nNiggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\nMy bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\nI don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\nReal pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\nI'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\nPast niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\nYeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\nLike I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\nBottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\nAll the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\nI bend your bitch, then tell her \"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\"\n(Goodbye)\nThen I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\nThink you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift\n(Talk to 'em)\nHiders called me from the Feds and said\n\"I'm glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"\n\nOh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\nOh, oh, oh\n(Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\n(Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n\nWhen we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\nWe done lived it all\nWe the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\nWe came Back to the Future to\nBe the Terminators of the Matrix\nWe the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\nSee, no Mission is Impossible\nWhen you this Fast and Furious\nNiggas Die Hard when\nWe show 'em the Final Destination\nIt's been a pleasure\nHitler Wears Hermès 10\nDJ Drama\nAnd like that, we gone\nB-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\nGunn, holla at me\nLegendary, timeless\nJust make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n(Gangsta Gri-zillz)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.99] And now we've come to that time\n[00:05.99] Where the legend of Griselda lives forever\n[00:07.88] The Butcher comin' nigga\n[00:09.76] Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\n[00:12.91] Y'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\n[00:16.34] We the biggest (Biggest)\n[00:18.65] Yeah\n[00:19.97] I don't know nobody this hungry\n[00:20.80] I don't know nobody this humble\n[00:23.19] I don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan\n[00:25.30] I can switch jungles\n[00:26.69] I don't know nobody this gangsta\n[00:28.46] I don't know nobody this ready\n[00:30.24] Snatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\n[00:31.59] I don't know nobody this petty\n[00:33.09] (Nah)\n[00:33.34] This where I take control of shit\n[00:35.20] This where I get to rap about sticks and\n[00:37.26] How we wrap bricks with petroleum\n[00:38.70] Clean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\n[00:40.58] My rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\n[00:43.90] West signed me, I was woke again, I'ma tell that story all over again\n[00:47.05] (Yeah)\n[00:47.11] Get rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\n[00:50.21] They said I'd never switch it up, but\n[00:51.99] I'm like three flows in on this verse\n[00:53.71] So what that tell you? That tell me that these\n[00:55.53] Niggas do a lot of cheerleadin' (Lot of cheerleadin')\n[00:57.50] And these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\n[01:00.03] And the Butcher comin', motherfucker\n[01:01.75] Never seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\n[01:05.00] I got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\n[01:06.72] But we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\n[01:08.52] I put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\n[01:10.15] When y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\n[01:12.12] I think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\n[01:15.16] I play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\n[01:18.71] I can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\n[01:22.29] Giants Monday night football, I'm watchin'\n[01:24.45] From the box (From the box)\n[01:25.49] Me and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\n[01:27.30] I'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\n[01:30.06] You make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\n[01:32.05] You makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\n[01:35.34] That's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop\n[01:38.85] (Yeah)\n[01:39.55] Then make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\n[01:42.58] It's the Butcher, nigga\n[01:43.95] When y'all tell the tale\n[01:46.82] Make sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\n[01:50.18] A team that was one of one\n[01:54.13] That shifted everything\n[01:57.93] The culture was never the same after they got here\n[02:00.74] Stove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\n[02:04.96] We can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\n[02:08.07] Ten course, three houses (Skrrt)\n[02:09.70] One house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\n[02:13.49] Perrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\n[02:16.43] We had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\n[02:20.03] Any doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow\n[02:23.39] My nigga you gotta recount it\n[02:25.29] Ayo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\n[02:28.01] Wheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\n[02:31.91] McLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\n[02:35.17] Oh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n[02:39.94] Uh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\n[02:42.57] The cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White\n[02:45.93] (Hahaha)\n[02:46.46] It started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\n[02:49.16] Needles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\n[02:51.99] Sparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\n[02:55.17] VVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\n[02:59.87] I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\n[03:01.98] The trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\n[03:05.57] If you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\n[03:08.63] Gina Jackson face on a brick stamp\n[03:11.62] Left the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\n[03:14.06] I went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\n[03:17.55] Get low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\n[03:19.79] They askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\n[03:22.85] Quarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\n[03:26.49] It ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\n[03:30.33] All that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\n[03:33.89] I rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\n[03:36.24] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[03:39.89] Oh, oh, oh\n[03:43.66] Oh, oh, oh\n[03:45.94] Oh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\n[03:51.47] Speed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\n[03:56.28] All the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\n[03:59.95] Make 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\n[04:03.16] He tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\n[04:06.67] They shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\n[04:10.56] Fast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\n[04:14.07] You know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\n[04:17.53] You dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\n[04:20.70] We so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\n[04:24.14] Could leave and come back, they'd still\n[04:26.16] Be fucked up in the same place\n[04:27.75] Light you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\n[04:31.19] Life dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\n[04:34.43] Chop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\n[04:38.13] Then I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\n[04:41.94] Ghost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\n[04:44.21] He tried to run, we blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet\n[04:48.38] (Boom)\n[04:49.78] All I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\n[04:52.43] On the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\n[04:56.03] Residue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n[04:59.13] (Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\n[05:00.91] All of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\n[05:01.59] All we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\n[05:03.62] Pop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\n[05:06.13] Piss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\n[05:10.18] Y'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\n[05:13.95] Nah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\n[05:16.82] Y'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\n[05:18.22] He hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\n[05:19.99] Throwin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n[05:21.70] 'Cause this shit'll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)\n[05:23.70] Gave bitches room, gave bitches doom\n[05:25.63] Let me starve, so I made bitches food\n[05:27.67] Made a lane and I made bitches move\n[05:29.96] Killed niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\n[05:32.29] Flow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\n[05:33.73] These hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\n[05:37.48] Like they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\n[05:39.38] Cop keys of that cake, Ma\n[05:40.96] Stacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\n[05:43.64] Big moves when the bricks move\n[05:45.33] Touch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\n[05:47.85] Young girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\n[05:50.88] Everybody from the block was lookin' to pop it\n[05:53.15] I was the monster who\n[05:54.40] Took this shit to the top, boy, like I'm Shane or Sully\n[05:56.79] The game is funny\n[05:57.94] Woah, what's happenin'?\n[06:05.27] Yeah, okay\n[06:08.71] I'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\n[06:12.27] Gold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\n[06:15.59] Real Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\n[06:19.51] All gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\n[06:22.78] I'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\n[06:26.00] And when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\n[06:29.65] I bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\n[06:33.14] Countin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\n[06:36.65] Just a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\n[06:40.57] Slidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\n[06:43.98] They never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\n[06:47.64] I show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n[06:50.98] 4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n[06:54.48] 2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\n[06:58.08] Bangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\n[07:01.03] In the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\n[07:05.13] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[07:09.68] Oh, oh, oh\n[07:13.36] Oh, oh, oh\n[07:16.82] Oh, oh, oh (Uh)\n[07:26.88] MAC was made in Bangladesh, spray the steps\n[07:29.32] Oops i made a mess (Brrt)\n[07:33.56] They upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\n[07:36.71] They depressed, they wavin' white flags, I'm still gon' wave this TEC\n[07:40.47] (Hahaha)\n[07:40.64] We take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\n[07:43.66] We rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\n[07:47.07] I cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\n[07:50.72] I'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n[07:54.29] (Talk to 'em)\n[07:54.83] Niggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\n[07:57.82] My bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\n[08:01.18] I don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n[08:04.72] (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n[08:06.04] Real pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\n[08:08.34] I'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\n[08:11.94] Past niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\n[08:15.39] Yeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\n[08:18.29] Like I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\n[08:22.39] Bottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\n[08:24.87] All the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\n[08:27.66] I bend your bitch, then tell her \"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\"\n[08:30.83] (Goodbye)\n[08:31.75] Then I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\n[08:34.35] Think you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift\n[08:37.93] (Talk to 'em)\n[08:38.68] Hiders called me from the Feds and said\n[08:40.99] \"I'm glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"\n[08:43.80] Oh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\n[08:49.35] Oh, oh, oh\n[08:51.21] (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\n[08:52.68] Oh, oh, oh\n[08:54.86] Oh, oh, oh\n[08:58.08] (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n[09:02.17] When we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\n[09:05.64] We done lived it all\n[09:07.40] We the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\n[09:13.34] We came Back to the Future to\n[09:16.60] Be the Terminators of the Matrix\n[09:18.32] We the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\n[09:23.13] See, no Mission is Impossible\n[09:25.54] When you this Fast and Furious\n[09:28.14] Niggas Die Hard when\n[09:30.11] We show 'em the Final Destination\n[09:31.97] It's been a pleasure\n[09:37.19] Hitler Wears Hermès 10\n[09:41.56] DJ Drama\n[09:46.10] And like that, we gone\n[09:51.87] B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\n[09:55.16] Gunn, holla at me\n[09:59.48] Legendary, timeless\n[10:04.94] Just make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n[10:07.83] (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n[10:10.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Red Death Ft. Jay Worthy, Benny The Butcher, Stove God Cooks, Rome Streetz, Armani Caesar, Conway The Machine, Robby Takac\n  artist: Westside Gunn\n  album: '10'\n  duration_ms: 623000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: And now we've come to that time\n  start_ms: 1990\n  end_ms: 5990\n- text: Where the legend of Griselda lives forever\n  start_ms: 5990\n  end_ms: 7880\n- text: The Butcher comin' nigga\n  start_ms: 7880\n  end_ms: 9760\n- text: Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\n  start_ms: 9760\n  end_ms: 12910\n- text: Y'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\n  start_ms: 12910\n  end_ms: 16340\n- text: We the biggest (Biggest)\n  start_ms: 16340\n  end_ms: 18650\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 18650\n  end_ms: 19970\n- text: I don't know nobody this hungry\n  start_ms: 19970\n  end_ms: 20800\n- text: I don't know nobody this humble\n  start_ms: 20800\n  end_ms: 23190\n- text: I don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan\n  start_ms: 23190\n  end_ms: 25300\n- text: I can switch jungles\n  start_ms: 25300\n  end_ms: 26690\n- text: I don't know nobody this gangsta\n  start_ms: 26690\n  end_ms: 28460\n- text: I don't know nobody this ready\n  start_ms: 28460\n  end_ms: 30240\n- text: Snatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\n  start_ms: 30240\n  end_ms: 31590\n- text: I don't know nobody this petty\n  start_ms: 31590\n  end_ms: 33090\n- text: (Nah)\n  start_ms: 33090\n  end_ms: 33340\n- text: This where I take control of shit\n  start_ms: 33340\n  end_ms: 35200\n- text: This where I get to rap about sticks and\n  start_ms: 35200\n  end_ms: 37260\n- text: How we wrap bricks with petroleum\n  start_ms: 37260\n  end_ms: 38700\n- text: Clean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 38700\n  end_ms: 40580\n- text: My rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\n  start_ms: 40580\n  end_ms: 43900\n- text: West signed me, I was woke again, I'ma tell that story all over again\n  start_ms: 43900\n  end_ms: 47050\n- text: (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 47050\n  end_ms: 47110\n- text: Get rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\n  start_ms: 47110\n  end_ms: 50210\n- text: They said I'd never switch it up, but\n  start_ms: 50210\n  end_ms: 51990\n- text: I'm like three flows in on this verse\n  start_ms: 51990\n  end_ms: 53710\n- text: So what that tell you? That tell me that these\n  start_ms: 53710\n  end_ms: 55530\n- text: Niggas do a lot of cheerleadin' (Lot of cheerleadin')\n  start_ms: 55530\n  end_ms: 57500\n- text: And these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\n  start_ms: 57500\n  end_ms: 60030\n- text: And the Butcher comin', motherfucker\n  start_ms: 60030\n  end_ms: 61750\n- text: Never seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\n  start_ms: 61750\n  end_ms: 65000\n- text: I got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\n  start_ms: 65000\n  end_ms: 66720\n- text: But we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\n  start_ms: 66720\n  end_ms: 68520\n- text: I put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 68520\n  end_ms: 70150\n- text: When y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\n  start_ms: 70150\n  end_ms: 72120\n- text: I think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\n  start_ms: 72120\n  end_ms: 75160\n- text: I play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\n  start_ms: 75160\n  end_ms: 78710\n- text: I can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\n  start_ms: 78710\n  end_ms: 82290\n- text: Giants Monday night football, I'm watchin'\n  start_ms: 82290\n  end_ms: 84450\n- text: From the box (From the box)\n  start_ms: 84450\n  end_ms: 85490\n- text: Me and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\n  start_ms: 85490\n  end_ms: 87300\n- text: I'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\n  start_ms: 87300\n  end_ms: 90060\n- text: You make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 90060\n  end_ms: 92050\n- text: You makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\n  start_ms: 92050\n  end_ms: 95340\n- text: That's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop\n  start_ms: 95340\n  end_ms: 98850\n- text: (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 98850\n  end_ms: 99550\n- text: Then make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\n  start_ms: 99550\n  end_ms: 102580\n- text: It's the Butcher, nigga\n  start_ms: 102580\n  end_ms: 103950\n- text: When y'all tell the tale\n  start_ms: 103950\n  end_ms: 106820\n- text: Make sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\n  start_ms: 106820\n  end_ms: 110180\n- text: A team that was one of one\n  start_ms: 110180\n  end_ms: 114130\n- text: That shifted everything\n  start_ms: 114130\n  end_ms: 117930\n- text: The culture was never the same after they got here\n  start_ms: 117930\n  end_ms: 120740\n- text: Stove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\n  start_ms: 120740\n  end_ms: 124960\n- text: We can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\n  start_ms: 124960\n  end_ms: 128070\n- text: Ten course, three houses (Skrrt)\n  start_ms: 128070\n  end_ms: 129700\n- text: One house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\n  start_ms: 129700\n  end_ms: 133490\n- text: Perrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\n  start_ms: 133490\n  end_ms: 136430\n- text: We had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\n  start_ms: 136430\n  end_ms: 140030\n- text: Any doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow\n  start_ms: 140030\n  end_ms: 143390\n- text: My nigga you gotta recount it\n  start_ms: 143390\n  end_ms: 145290\n- text: Ayo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\n  start_ms: 145290\n  end_ms: 148010\n- text: Wheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\n  start_ms: 148010\n  end_ms: 151910\n- text: McLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\n  start_ms: 151910\n  end_ms: 155170\n- text: Oh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  start_ms: 155170\n  end_ms: 159940\n- text: Uh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\n  start_ms: 159940\n  end_ms: 162570\n- text: The cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White\n  start_ms: 162570\n  end_ms: 165930\n- text: (Hahaha)\n  start_ms: 165930\n  end_ms: 166460\n- text: It started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\n  start_ms: 166460\n  end_ms: 169160\n- text: Needles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\n  start_ms: 169160\n  end_ms: 171990\n- text: Sparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\n  start_ms: 171990\n  end_ms: 175170\n- text: VVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\n  start_ms: 175170\n  end_ms: 179870\n- text: I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\n  start_ms: 179870\n  end_ms: 181980\n- text: The trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\n  start_ms: 181980\n  end_ms: 185570\n- text: If you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\n  start_ms: 185570\n  end_ms: 188630\n- text: Gina Jackson face on a brick stamp\n  start_ms: 188630\n  end_ms: 191620\n- text: Left the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\n  start_ms: 191620\n  end_ms: 194060\n- text: I went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\n  start_ms: 194060\n  end_ms: 197550\n- text: Get low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\n  start_ms: 197550\n  end_ms: 199790\n- text: They askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\n  start_ms: 199790\n  end_ms: 202850\n- text: Quarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\n  start_ms: 202850\n  end_ms: 206490\n- text: It ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\n  start_ms: 206490\n  end_ms: 210330\n- text: All that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\n  start_ms: 210330\n  end_ms: 213890\n- text: I rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\n  start_ms: 213890\n  end_ms: 216240\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 216240\n  end_ms: 219890\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 219890\n  end_ms: 223660\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 223660\n  end_ms: 225940\n- text: Oh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\n  start_ms: 225940\n  end_ms: 231470\n- text: Speed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\n  start_ms: 231470\n  end_ms: 236280\n- text: All the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\n  start_ms: 236280\n  end_ms: 239950\n- text: Make 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\n  start_ms: 239950\n  end_ms: 243160\n- text: He tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\n  start_ms: 243160\n  end_ms: 246670\n- text: They shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\n  start_ms: 246670\n  end_ms: 250560\n- text: Fast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\n  start_ms: 250560\n  end_ms: 254070\n- text: You know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\n  start_ms: 254070\n  end_ms: 257530\n- text: You dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\n  start_ms: 257530\n  end_ms: 260700\n- text: We so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\n  start_ms: 260700\n  end_ms: 264140\n- text: Could leave and come back, they'd still\n  start_ms: 264140\n  end_ms: 266160\n- text: Be fucked up in the same place\n  start_ms: 266160\n  end_ms: 267750\n- text: Light you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\n  start_ms: 267750\n  end_ms: 271190\n- text: Life dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\n  start_ms: 271190\n  end_ms: 274430\n- text: Chop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\n  start_ms: 274430\n  end_ms: 278130\n- text: Then I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\n  start_ms: 278130\n  end_ms: 281940\n- text: Ghost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\n  start_ms: 281940\n  end_ms: 284210\n- text: He tried to run, we blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet\n  start_ms: 284210\n  end_ms: 288380\n- text: (Boom)\n  start_ms: 288380\n  end_ms: 289780\n- text: All I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\n  start_ms: 289780\n  end_ms: 292430\n- text: On the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\n  start_ms: 292430\n  end_ms: 296030\n- text: Residue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n  start_ms: 296030\n  end_ms: 299130\n- text: (Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\n  start_ms: 299130\n  end_ms: 300910\n- text: All of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\n  start_ms: 300910\n  end_ms: 301590\n- text: All we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\n  start_ms: 301590\n  end_ms: 303620\n- text: Pop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\n  start_ms: 303620\n  end_ms: 306130\n- text: Piss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\n  start_ms: 306130\n  end_ms: 310180\n- text: Y'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\n  start_ms: 310180\n  end_ms: 313950\n- text: Nah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\n  start_ms: 313950\n  end_ms: 316820\n- text: Y'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 316820\n  end_ms: 318220\n- text: He hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\n  start_ms: 318220\n  end_ms: 319990\n- text: Throwin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n  start_ms: 319990\n  end_ms: 321700\n- text: '''Cause this shit''ll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)'\n  start_ms: 321700\n  end_ms: 323700\n- text: Gave bitches room, gave bitches doom\n  start_ms: 323700\n  end_ms: 325630\n- text: Let me starve, so I made bitches food\n  start_ms: 325630\n  end_ms: 327670\n- text: Made a lane and I made bitches move\n  start_ms: 327670\n  end_ms: 329960\n- text: Killed niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\n  start_ms: 329960\n  end_ms: 332290\n- text: Flow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\n  start_ms: 332290\n  end_ms: 333730\n- text: These hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\n  start_ms: 333730\n  end_ms: 337480\n- text: Like they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\n  start_ms: 337480\n  end_ms: 339380\n- text: Cop keys of that cake, Ma\n  start_ms: 339380\n  end_ms: 340960\n- text: Stacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\n  start_ms: 340960\n  end_ms: 343640\n- text: Big moves when the bricks move\n  start_ms: 343640\n  end_ms: 345330\n- text: Touch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\n  start_ms: 345330\n  end_ms: 347850\n- text: Young girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\n  start_ms: 347850\n  end_ms: 350880\n- text: Everybody from the block was lookin' to pop it\n  start_ms: 350880\n  end_ms: 353150\n- text: I was the monster who\n  start_ms: 353150\n  end_ms: 354400\n- text: Took this shit to the top, boy, like I'm Shane or Sully\n  start_ms: 354400\n  end_ms: 356790\n- text: The game is funny\n  start_ms: 356790\n  end_ms: 357940\n- text: Woah, what's happenin'?\n  start_ms: 357940\n  end_ms: 365270\n- text: Yeah, okay\n  start_ms: 365270\n  end_ms: 368710\n- text: I'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\n  start_ms: 368710\n  end_ms: 372270\n- text: Gold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\n  start_ms: 372270\n  end_ms: 375590\n- text: Real Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\n  start_ms: 375590\n  end_ms: 379510\n- text: All gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\n  start_ms: 379510\n  end_ms: 382780\n- text: I'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\n  start_ms: 382780\n  end_ms: 386000\n- text: And when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\n  start_ms: 386000\n  end_ms: 389650\n- text: I bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\n  start_ms: 389650\n  end_ms: 393140\n- text: Countin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\n  start_ms: 393140\n  end_ms: 396650\n- text: Just a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\n  start_ms: 396650\n  end_ms: 400570\n- text: Slidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\n  start_ms: 400570\n  end_ms: 403980\n- text: They never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\n  start_ms: 403980\n  end_ms: 407640\n- text: I show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n  start_ms: 407640\n  end_ms: 410980\n- text: 4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n  start_ms: 410980\n  end_ms: 414480\n- text: 2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\n  start_ms: 414480\n  end_ms: 418080\n- text: Bangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\n  start_ms: 418080\n  end_ms: 421030\n- text: In the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\n  start_ms: 421030\n  end_ms: 425130\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 425130\n  end_ms: 429680\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 429680\n  end_ms: 433360\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 433360\n  end_ms: 436820\n- text: Oh, oh, oh (Uh)\n  start_ms: 436820\n  end_ms: 446880\n- text: MAC was made in Bangladesh, spray the steps\n  start_ms: 446880\n  end_ms: 449320\n- text: Oops i made a mess (Brrt)\n  start_ms: 449320\n  end_ms: 453560\n- text: They upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\n  start_ms: 453560\n  end_ms: 456710\n- text: They depressed, they wavin' white flags, I'm still gon' wave this TEC\n  start_ms: 456710\n  end_ms: 460470\n- text: (Hahaha)\n  start_ms: 460470\n  end_ms: 460640\n- text: We take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\n  start_ms: 460640\n  end_ms: 463660\n- text: We rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\n  start_ms: 463660\n  end_ms: 467070\n- text: I cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\n  start_ms: 467070\n  end_ms: 470720\n- text: I'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n  start_ms: 470720\n  end_ms: 474290\n- text: (Talk to 'em)\n  start_ms: 474290\n  end_ms: 474830\n- text: Niggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\n  start_ms: 474830\n  end_ms: 477820\n- text: My bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\n  start_ms: 477820\n  end_ms: 481180\n- text: I don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n  start_ms: 481180\n  end_ms: 484720\n- text: (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  start_ms: 484720\n  end_ms: 486040\n- text: Real pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\n  start_ms: 486040\n  end_ms: 488340\n- text: I'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\n  start_ms: 488340\n  end_ms: 491940\n- text: Past niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\n  start_ms: 491940\n  end_ms: 495390\n- text: Yeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\n  start_ms: 495390\n  end_ms: 498290\n- text: Like I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\n  start_ms: 498290\n  end_ms: 502390\n- text: Bottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 502390\n  end_ms: 504870\n- text: All the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\n  start_ms: 504870\n  end_ms: 507660\n- text: I bend your bitch, then tell her \"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\"\n  start_ms: 507660\n  end_ms: 510830\n- text: (Goodbye)\n  start_ms: 510830\n  end_ms: 511750\n- text: Then I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\n  start_ms: 511750\n  end_ms: 514350\n- text: Think you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift\n  start_ms: 514350\n  end_ms: 517930\n- text: (Talk to 'em)\n  start_ms: 517930\n  end_ms: 518680\n- text: Hiders called me from the Feds and said\n  start_ms: 518680\n  end_ms: 520990\n- text: '\"I''m glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"'\n  start_ms: 520990\n  end_ms: 523800\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\n  start_ms: 523800\n  end_ms: 529350\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 529350\n  end_ms: 531210\n- text: (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\n  start_ms: 531210\n  end_ms: 532680\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 532680\n  end_ms: 534860\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 534860\n  end_ms: 538080\n- text: (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  start_ms: 538080\n  end_ms: 542170\n- text: When we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\n  start_ms: 542170\n  end_ms: 545640\n- text: We done lived it all\n  start_ms: 545640\n  end_ms: 547400\n- text: We the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\n  start_ms: 547400\n  end_ms: 553340\n- text: We came Back to the Future to\n  start_ms: 553340\n  end_ms: 556600\n- text: Be the Terminators of the Matrix\n  start_ms: 556600\n  end_ms: 558320\n- text: We the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\n  start_ms: 558320\n  end_ms: 563130\n- text: See, no Mission is Impossible\n  start_ms: 563130\n  end_ms: 565540\n- text: When you this Fast and Furious\n  start_ms: 565540\n  end_ms: 568140\n- text: Niggas Die Hard when\n  start_ms: 568140\n  end_ms: 570110\n- text: We show 'em the Final Destination\n  start_ms: 570110\n  end_ms: 571970\n- text: It's been a pleasure\n  start_ms: 571970\n  end_ms: 577190\n- text: Hitler Wears Hermès 10\n  start_ms: 577190\n  end_ms: 581560\n- text: DJ Drama\n  start_ms: 581560\n  end_ms: 586100\n- text: And like that, we gone\n  start_ms: 586100\n  end_ms: 591870\n- text: B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\n  start_ms: 591870\n  end_ms: 595160\n- text: Gunn, holla at me\n  start_ms: 595160\n  end_ms: 599480\n- text: Legendary, timeless\n  start_ms: 599480\n  end_ms: 604940\n- text: Just make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n  start_ms: 604940\n  end_ms: 607830\n- text: (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  start_ms: 607830\n  end_ms: 610620\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 610620\nplain: |-\n  And now we've come to that time\n  Where the legend of Griselda lives forever\n  The Butcher comin' nigga\n  Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\n  Y'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\n  We the biggest (Biggest)\n  Yeah\n\n  I don't know nobody this hungry\n  I don't know nobody this humble\n  I don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan\n  I can switch jungles\n  I don't know nobody this gangsta\n  I don't know nobody this ready\n  Snatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\n  I don't know nobody this petty\n  (Nah)\n  This where I take control of shit\n  This where I get to rap about sticks and\n  How we wrap bricks with petroleum\n  Clean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\n  My rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\n  West signed me, I was woke again, I'ma tell that story all over again\n  (Yeah)\n  Get rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\n  They said I'd never switch it up, but\n  I'm like three flows in on this verse\n  So what that tell you? That tell me that these\n  Niggas do a lot of cheerleadin' (Lot of cheerleadin')\n  And these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\n  And the Butcher comin', motherfucker\n  Never seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\n  I got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\n  But we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\n  I put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\n  When y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\n  I think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\n  I play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\n  I can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\n  Giants Monday night football, I'm watchin'\n  From the box (From the box)\n  Me and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\n  I'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\n  You make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\n  You makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\n  That's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop\n  (Yeah)\n  Then make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\n  It's the Butcher, nigga\n\n  When y'all tell the tale\n  Make sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\n  A team that was one of one\n  That shifted everything\n  The culture was never the same after they got here\n\n  Stove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\n  We can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\n  Ten course, three houses (Skrrt)\n  One house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\n  Perrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\n  We had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\n  Any doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow\n  My nigga you gotta recount it\n  Ayo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\n  Wheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\n  McLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\n  Oh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n\n  Uh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\n  The cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White\n  (Hahaha)\n  It started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\n  Needles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\n  Sparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\n  VVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\n  I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\n  The trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\n  If you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\n  Gina Jackson face on a brick stamp\n  Left the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\n  I went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\n  Get low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\n  They askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\n  Quarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\n  It ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\n  All that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\n  I rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\n\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\n\n  Speed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\n  All the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\n  Make 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\n  He tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\n  They shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\n  Fast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\n  You know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\n  You dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\n  We so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\n  Could leave and come back, they'd still\n  Be fucked up in the same place\n  Light you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\n  Life dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\n  Chop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\n  Then I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\n  Ghost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\n  He tried to run, we blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet\n  (Boom)\n  All I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\n  On the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\n  Residue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n  (Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\n  All of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\n  All we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\n  Pop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\n  Piss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\n\n  Y'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\n\n  Nah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\n  Y'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\n  He hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\n  Throwin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n  'Cause this shit'll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)\n  Gave bitches room, gave bitches doom\n  Let me starve, so I made bitches food\n  Made a lane and I made bitches move\n  Killed niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\n  Flow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\n  These hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\n  Like they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\n  Cop keys of that cake, Ma\n  Stacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\n  Big moves when the bricks move\n  Touch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\n  Young girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\n  Everybody from the block was lookin' to pop it\n  I was the monster who\n  Took this shit to the top, boy, like I'm Shane or Sully\n  The game is funny\n\n  Woah, what's happenin'?\n  Yeah, okay\n\n  I'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\n  Gold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\n  Real Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\n  All gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\n  I'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\n  And when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\n  I bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\n  Countin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\n  Just a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\n  Slidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\n  They never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\n  I show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n  4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n  2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\n  Bangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\n  In the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\n\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh (Uh)\n\n  MAC was made in Bangladesh, spray the steps\n  Oops i made a mess (Brrt)\n  They upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\n  They depressed, they wavin' white flags, I'm still gon' wave this TEC\n  (Hahaha)\n  We take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\n  We rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\n  I cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\n  I'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n  (Talk to 'em)\n  Niggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\n  My bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\n  I don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n  (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  Real pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\n  I'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\n  Past niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\n  Yeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\n  Like I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\n  Bottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\n  All the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\n  I bend your bitch, then tell her \"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\"\n  (Goodbye)\n  Then I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\n  Think you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift\n  (Talk to 'em)\n  Hiders called me from the Feds and said\n  \"I'm glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"\n\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n\n  When we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\n  We done lived it all\n  We the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\n  We came Back to the Future to\n  Be the Terminators of the Matrix\n  We the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\n  See, no Mission is Impossible\n  When you this Fast and Furious\n  Niggas Die Hard when\n  We show 'em the Final Destination\n  It's been a pleasure\n  Hitler Wears Hermès 10\n  DJ Drama\n  And like that, we gone\n  B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\n  Gunn, holla at me\n  Legendary, timeless\n  Just make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n  (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n"},{"id":37541459,"name":"Red Death (feat. 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The Alchemist)","artistName":"Westside Gunn","albumName":"Hitler Wears Hermes 10","duration":623.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And now we've come to that time\nWhere the legend of Griselda lives forever\nThe Butcher comin' nigga\nAyo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\nY'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\nWe the biggest (Biggest)\nYeah\n\nI don't know nobody this hungry\nI don't know nobody this humble\nI don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan\nI can switch jungles\nI don't know nobody this gangsta\nI don't know nobody this ready\nSnatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\nI don't know nobody this petty\n(Nah)\nThis where I take control of shit\nThis where I get to rap about sticks and\nHow we wrap bricks with petroleum\nClean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\nMy rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\nWest signed me, I was woke again, I'ma tell that story all over again\n(Yeah)\nGet rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\nThey said I'd never switch it up, but\nI'm like three flows in on this verse\nSo what that tell you? That tell me that these\nNiggas do a lot of cheerleadin' (Lot of cheerleadin')\nAnd these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\nAnd the Butcher comin', motherfucker\nNever seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\nI got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\nBut we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\nI put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\nWhen y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\nI think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\nI play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\nI can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\nGiants Monday night football, I'm watchin'\nFrom the box (From the box)\nMe and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\nI'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\nYou make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\nYou makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\nThat's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop\n(Yeah)\nThen make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\nIt's the Butcher, nigga\n\nWhen y'all tell the tale\nMake sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\nA team that was one of one\nThat shifted everything\nThe culture was never the same after they got here\n\nStove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\nWe can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\nTen course, three houses (Skrrt)\nOne house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\nPerrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\nWe had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\nAny doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow\nMy nigga you gotta recount it\nAyo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\nWheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\nMcLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\nOh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n\nUh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\nThe cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White\n(Hahaha)\nIt started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\nNeedles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\nSparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\nVVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\nI've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\nThe trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\nIf you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\nGina Jackson face on a brick stamp\nLeft the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\nI went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\nGet low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\nThey askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\nQuarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\nIt ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\nAll that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\nI rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\n\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\n\nSpeed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\nAll the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\nMake 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\nHe tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\nThey shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\nFast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\nYou know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\nYou dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\nWe so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\nCould leave and come back, they'd still\nBe fucked up in the same place\nLight you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\nLife dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\nChop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\nThen I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\nGhost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\nHe tried to run, we blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet\n(Boom)\nAll I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\nOn the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\nResidue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n(Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\nAll of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\nAll we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\nPop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\nPiss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\n\nY'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\n\nNah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\nY'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\nHe hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\nThrowin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n'Cause this shit'll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)\nGave bitches room, gave bitches doom\nLet me starve, so I made bitches food\nMade a lane and I made bitches move\nKilled niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\nFlow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\nThese hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\nLike they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\nCop keys of that cake, Ma\nStacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\nBig moves when the bricks move\nTouch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\nYoung girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\nEverybody from the block was lookin' to pop it\nI was the monster who\nTook this shit to the top, boy, like I'm Shane or Sully\nThe game is funny\n\nWoah, what's happenin'?\nYeah, okay\n\nI'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\nGold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\nReal Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\nAll gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\nI'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\nAnd when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\nI bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\nCountin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\nJust a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\nSlidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\nThey never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\nI show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\nBangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\nIn the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\n\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh (Uh)\n\nMAC was made in Bangladesh, spray the steps\nOops i made a mess (Brrt)\nThey upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\nThey depressed, they wavin' white flags, I'm still gon' wave this TEC\n(Hahaha)\nWe take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\nWe rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\nI cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\nI'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n(Talk to 'em)\nNiggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\nMy bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\nI don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\nReal pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\nI'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\nPast niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\nYeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\nLike I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\nBottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\nAll the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\nI bend your bitch, then tell her \"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\"\n(Goodbye)\nThen I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\nThink you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift\n(Talk to 'em)\nHiders called me from the Feds and said\n\"I'm glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"\n\nOh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\nOh, oh, oh\n(Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\n(Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n\nWhen we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\nWe done lived it all\nWe the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\nWe came Back to the Future to\nBe the Terminators of the Matrix\nWe the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\nSee, no Mission is Impossible\nWhen you this Fast and Furious\nNiggas Die Hard when\nWe show 'em the Final Destination\nIt's been a pleasure\nHitler Wears Hermès 10\nDJ Drama\nAnd like that, we gone\nB-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\nGunn, holla at me\nLegendary, timeless\nJust make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n(Gangsta Gri-zillz)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.99] And now we've come to that time\n[00:05.99] Where the legend of Griselda lives forever\n[00:07.88] The Butcher comin' nigga\n[00:09.76] Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\n[00:12.91] Y'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\n[00:16.34] We the biggest (Biggest)\n[00:18.65] Yeah\n[00:19.97] I don't know nobody this hungry\n[00:20.80] I don't know nobody this humble\n[00:23.19] I don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan\n[00:25.30] I can switch jungles\n[00:26.69] I don't know nobody this gangsta\n[00:28.46] I don't know nobody this ready\n[00:30.24] Snatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\n[00:31.59] I don't know nobody this petty\n[00:33.09] (Nah)\n[00:33.34] This where I take control of shit\n[00:35.20] This where I get to rap about sticks and\n[00:37.26] How we wrap bricks with petroleum\n[00:38.70] Clean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\n[00:40.58] My rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\n[00:43.90] West signed me, I was woke again, I'ma tell that story all over again\n[00:47.05] (Yeah)\n[00:47.11] Get rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\n[00:50.21] They said I'd never switch it up, but\n[00:51.99] I'm like three flows in on this verse\n[00:53.71] So what that tell you? That tell me that these\n[00:55.53] Niggas do a lot of cheerleadin' (Lot of cheerleadin')\n[00:57.50] And these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\n[01:00.03] And the Butcher comin', motherfucker\n[01:01.75] Never seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\n[01:05.00] I got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\n[01:06.72] But we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\n[01:08.52] I put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\n[01:10.15] When y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\n[01:12.12] I think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\n[01:15.16] I play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\n[01:18.71] I can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\n[01:22.29] Giants Monday night football, I'm watchin'\n[01:24.45] From the box (From the box)\n[01:25.49] Me and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\n[01:27.30] I'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\n[01:30.06] You make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\n[01:32.05] You makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\n[01:35.34] That's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop\n[01:38.85] (Yeah)\n[01:39.55] Then make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\n[01:42.58] It's the Butcher, nigga\n[01:43.95] When y'all tell the tale\n[01:46.82] Make sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\n[01:50.18] A team that was one of one\n[01:54.13] That shifted everything\n[01:57.93] The culture was never the same after they got here\n[02:00.74] Stove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\n[02:04.96] We can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\n[02:08.07] Ten course, three houses (Skrrt)\n[02:09.70] One house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\n[02:13.49] Perrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\n[02:16.43] We had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\n[02:20.03] Any doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow\n[02:23.39] My nigga you gotta recount it\n[02:25.29] Ayo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\n[02:28.01] Wheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\n[02:31.91] McLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\n[02:35.17] Oh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n[02:39.94] Uh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\n[02:42.57] The cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White\n[02:45.93] (Hahaha)\n[02:46.46] It started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\n[02:49.16] Needles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\n[02:51.99] Sparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\n[02:55.17] VVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\n[02:59.87] I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\n[03:01.98] The trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\n[03:05.57] If you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\n[03:08.63] Gina Jackson face on a brick stamp\n[03:11.62] Left the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\n[03:14.06] I went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\n[03:17.55] Get low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\n[03:19.79] They askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\n[03:22.85] Quarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\n[03:26.49] It ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\n[03:30.33] All that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\n[03:33.89] I rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\n[03:36.24] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[03:39.89] Oh, oh, oh\n[03:43.66] Oh, oh, oh\n[03:45.94] Oh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\n[03:51.47] Speed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\n[03:56.28] All the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\n[03:59.95] Make 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\n[04:03.16] He tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\n[04:06.67] They shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\n[04:10.56] Fast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\n[04:14.07] You know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\n[04:17.53] You dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\n[04:20.70] We so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\n[04:24.14] Could leave and come back, they'd still\n[04:26.16] Be fucked up in the same place\n[04:27.75] Light you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\n[04:31.19] Life dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\n[04:34.43] Chop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\n[04:38.13] Then I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\n[04:41.94] Ghost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\n[04:44.21] He tried to run, we blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet\n[04:48.38] (Boom)\n[04:49.78] All I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\n[04:52.43] On the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\n[04:56.03] Residue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n[04:59.13] (Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\n[05:00.91] All of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\n[05:01.59] All we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\n[05:03.62] Pop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\n[05:06.13] Piss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\n[05:10.18] Y'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\n[05:13.95] Nah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\n[05:16.82] Y'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\n[05:18.22] He hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\n[05:19.99] Throwin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n[05:21.70] 'Cause this shit'll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)\n[05:23.70] Gave bitches room, gave bitches doom\n[05:25.63] Let me starve, so I made bitches food\n[05:27.67] Made a lane and I made bitches move\n[05:29.96] Killed niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\n[05:32.29] Flow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\n[05:33.73] These hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\n[05:37.48] Like they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\n[05:39.38] Cop keys of that cake, Ma\n[05:40.96] Stacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\n[05:43.64] Big moves when the bricks move\n[05:45.33] Touch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\n[05:47.85] Young girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\n[05:50.88] Everybody from the block was lookin' to pop it\n[05:53.15] I was the monster who\n[05:54.40] Took this shit to the top, boy, like I'm Shane or Sully\n[05:56.79] The game is funny\n[05:57.94] Woah, what's happenin'?\n[06:05.27] Yeah, okay\n[06:08.71] I'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\n[06:12.27] Gold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\n[06:15.59] Real Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\n[06:19.51] All gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\n[06:22.78] I'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\n[06:26.00] And when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\n[06:29.65] I bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\n[06:33.14] Countin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\n[06:36.65] Just a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\n[06:40.57] Slidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\n[06:43.98] They never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\n[06:47.64] I show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n[06:50.98] 4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n[06:54.48] 2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\n[06:58.08] Bangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\n[07:01.03] In the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\n[07:05.13] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[07:09.68] Oh, oh, oh\n[07:13.36] Oh, oh, oh\n[07:16.82] Oh, oh, oh (Uh)\n[07:26.88] MAC was made in Bangladesh, spray the steps\n[07:29.32] Oops i made a mess (Brrt)\n[07:33.56] They upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\n[07:36.71] They depressed, they wavin' white flags, I'm still gon' wave this TEC\n[07:40.47] (Hahaha)\n[07:40.64] We take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\n[07:43.66] We rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\n[07:47.07] I cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\n[07:50.72] I'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n[07:54.29] (Talk to 'em)\n[07:54.83] Niggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\n[07:57.82] My bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\n[08:01.18] I don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n[08:04.72] (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n[08:06.04] Real pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\n[08:08.34] I'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\n[08:11.94] Past niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\n[08:15.39] Yeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\n[08:18.29] Like I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\n[08:22.39] Bottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\n[08:24.87] All the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\n[08:27.66] I bend your bitch, then tell her \"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\"\n[08:30.83] (Goodbye)\n[08:31.75] Then I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\n[08:34.35] Think you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift\n[08:37.93] (Talk to 'em)\n[08:38.68] Hiders called me from the Feds and said\n[08:40.99] \"I'm glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"\n[08:43.80] Oh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\n[08:49.35] Oh, oh, oh\n[08:51.21] (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\n[08:52.68] Oh, oh, oh\n[08:54.86] Oh, oh, oh\n[08:58.08] (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n[09:02.17] When we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\n[09:05.64] We done lived it all\n[09:07.40] We the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\n[09:13.34] We came Back to the Future to\n[09:16.60] Be the Terminators of the Matrix\n[09:18.32] We the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\n[09:23.13] See, no Mission is Impossible\n[09:25.54] When you this Fast and Furious\n[09:28.14] Niggas Die Hard when\n[09:30.11] We show 'em the Final Destination\n[09:31.97] It's been a pleasure\n[09:37.19] Hitler Wears Hermès 10\n[09:41.56] DJ Drama\n[09:46.10] And like that, we gone\n[09:51.87] B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\n[09:55.16] Gunn, holla at me\n[09:59.48] Legendary, timeless\n[10:04.94] Just make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n[10:07.83] (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n[10:10.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Red Death (feat. Armani Caesar, Benny The Butcher, Conway The Machine, Jay Worthy, Robby Takac, Rome Streetz & Stove God Cooks) (prod. The Alchemist)\n  artist: Westside Gunn\n  album: Hitler Wears Hermes 10\n  duration_ms: 622811\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: And now we've come to that time\n  start_ms: 1990\n  end_ms: 5990\n- text: Where the legend of Griselda lives forever\n  start_ms: 5990\n  end_ms: 7880\n- text: The Butcher comin' nigga\n  start_ms: 7880\n  end_ms: 9760\n- text: Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\n  start_ms: 9760\n  end_ms: 12910\n- text: Y'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\n  start_ms: 12910\n  end_ms: 16340\n- text: We the biggest (Biggest)\n  start_ms: 16340\n  end_ms: 18650\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 18650\n  end_ms: 19970\n- text: I don't know nobody this hungry\n  start_ms: 19970\n  end_ms: 20800\n- text: I don't know nobody this humble\n  start_ms: 20800\n  end_ms: 23190\n- text: I don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan\n  start_ms: 23190\n  end_ms: 25300\n- text: I can switch jungles\n  start_ms: 25300\n  end_ms: 26690\n- text: I don't know nobody this gangsta\n  start_ms: 26690\n  end_ms: 28460\n- text: I don't know nobody this ready\n  start_ms: 28460\n  end_ms: 30240\n- text: Snatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\n  start_ms: 30240\n  end_ms: 31590\n- text: I don't know nobody this petty\n  start_ms: 31590\n  end_ms: 33090\n- text: (Nah)\n  start_ms: 33090\n  end_ms: 33340\n- text: This where I take control of shit\n  start_ms: 33340\n  end_ms: 35200\n- text: This where I get to rap about sticks and\n  start_ms: 35200\n  end_ms: 37260\n- text: How we wrap bricks with petroleum\n  start_ms: 37260\n  end_ms: 38700\n- text: Clean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 38700\n  end_ms: 40580\n- text: My rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\n  start_ms: 40580\n  end_ms: 43900\n- text: West signed me, I was woke again, I'ma tell that story all over again\n  start_ms: 43900\n  end_ms: 47050\n- text: (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 47050\n  end_ms: 47110\n- text: Get rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\n  start_ms: 47110\n  end_ms: 50210\n- text: They said I'd never switch it up, but\n  start_ms: 50210\n  end_ms: 51990\n- text: I'm like three flows in on this verse\n  start_ms: 51990\n  end_ms: 53710\n- text: So what that tell you? That tell me that these\n  start_ms: 53710\n  end_ms: 55530\n- text: Niggas do a lot of cheerleadin' (Lot of cheerleadin')\n  start_ms: 55530\n  end_ms: 57500\n- text: And these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\n  start_ms: 57500\n  end_ms: 60030\n- text: And the Butcher comin', motherfucker\n  start_ms: 60030\n  end_ms: 61750\n- text: Never seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\n  start_ms: 61750\n  end_ms: 65000\n- text: I got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\n  start_ms: 65000\n  end_ms: 66720\n- text: But we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\n  start_ms: 66720\n  end_ms: 68520\n- text: I put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 68520\n  end_ms: 70150\n- text: When y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\n  start_ms: 70150\n  end_ms: 72120\n- text: I think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\n  start_ms: 72120\n  end_ms: 75160\n- text: I play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\n  start_ms: 75160\n  end_ms: 78710\n- text: I can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\n  start_ms: 78710\n  end_ms: 82290\n- text: Giants Monday night football, I'm watchin'\n  start_ms: 82290\n  end_ms: 84450\n- text: From the box (From the box)\n  start_ms: 84450\n  end_ms: 85490\n- text: Me and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\n  start_ms: 85490\n  end_ms: 87300\n- text: I'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\n  start_ms: 87300\n  end_ms: 90060\n- text: You make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 90060\n  end_ms: 92050\n- text: You makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\n  start_ms: 92050\n  end_ms: 95340\n- text: That's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop\n  start_ms: 95340\n  end_ms: 98850\n- text: (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 98850\n  end_ms: 99550\n- text: Then make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\n  start_ms: 99550\n  end_ms: 102580\n- text: It's the Butcher, nigga\n  start_ms: 102580\n  end_ms: 103950\n- text: When y'all tell the tale\n  start_ms: 103950\n  end_ms: 106820\n- text: Make sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\n  start_ms: 106820\n  end_ms: 110180\n- text: A team that was one of one\n  start_ms: 110180\n  end_ms: 114130\n- text: That shifted everything\n  start_ms: 114130\n  end_ms: 117930\n- text: The culture was never the same after they got here\n  start_ms: 117930\n  end_ms: 120740\n- text: Stove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\n  start_ms: 120740\n  end_ms: 124960\n- text: We can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\n  start_ms: 124960\n  end_ms: 128070\n- text: Ten course, three houses (Skrrt)\n  start_ms: 128070\n  end_ms: 129700\n- text: One house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\n  start_ms: 129700\n  end_ms: 133490\n- text: Perrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\n  start_ms: 133490\n  end_ms: 136430\n- text: We had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\n  start_ms: 136430\n  end_ms: 140030\n- text: Any doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow\n  start_ms: 140030\n  end_ms: 143390\n- text: My nigga you gotta recount it\n  start_ms: 143390\n  end_ms: 145290\n- text: Ayo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\n  start_ms: 145290\n  end_ms: 148010\n- text: Wheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\n  start_ms: 148010\n  end_ms: 151910\n- text: McLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\n  start_ms: 151910\n  end_ms: 155170\n- text: Oh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  start_ms: 155170\n  end_ms: 159940\n- text: Uh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\n  start_ms: 159940\n  end_ms: 162570\n- text: The cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White\n  start_ms: 162570\n  end_ms: 165930\n- text: (Hahaha)\n  start_ms: 165930\n  end_ms: 166460\n- text: It started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\n  start_ms: 166460\n  end_ms: 169160\n- text: Needles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\n  start_ms: 169160\n  end_ms: 171990\n- text: Sparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\n  start_ms: 171990\n  end_ms: 175170\n- text: VVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\n  start_ms: 175170\n  end_ms: 179870\n- text: I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\n  start_ms: 179870\n  end_ms: 181980\n- text: The trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\n  start_ms: 181980\n  end_ms: 185570\n- text: If you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\n  start_ms: 185570\n  end_ms: 188630\n- text: Gina Jackson face on a brick stamp\n  start_ms: 188630\n  end_ms: 191620\n- text: Left the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\n  start_ms: 191620\n  end_ms: 194060\n- text: I went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\n  start_ms: 194060\n  end_ms: 197550\n- text: Get low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\n  start_ms: 197550\n  end_ms: 199790\n- text: They askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\n  start_ms: 199790\n  end_ms: 202850\n- text: Quarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\n  start_ms: 202850\n  end_ms: 206490\n- text: It ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\n  start_ms: 206490\n  end_ms: 210330\n- text: All that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\n  start_ms: 210330\n  end_ms: 213890\n- text: I rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\n  start_ms: 213890\n  end_ms: 216240\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 216240\n  end_ms: 219890\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 219890\n  end_ms: 223660\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 223660\n  end_ms: 225940\n- text: Oh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\n  start_ms: 225940\n  end_ms: 231470\n- text: Speed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\n  start_ms: 231470\n  end_ms: 236280\n- text: All the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\n  start_ms: 236280\n  end_ms: 239950\n- text: Make 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\n  start_ms: 239950\n  end_ms: 243160\n- text: He tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\n  start_ms: 243160\n  end_ms: 246670\n- text: They shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\n  start_ms: 246670\n  end_ms: 250560\n- text: Fast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\n  start_ms: 250560\n  end_ms: 254070\n- text: You know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\n  start_ms: 254070\n  end_ms: 257530\n- text: You dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\n  start_ms: 257530\n  end_ms: 260700\n- text: We so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\n  start_ms: 260700\n  end_ms: 264140\n- text: Could leave and come back, they'd still\n  start_ms: 264140\n  end_ms: 266160\n- text: Be fucked up in the same place\n  start_ms: 266160\n  end_ms: 267750\n- text: Light you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\n  start_ms: 267750\n  end_ms: 271190\n- text: Life dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\n  start_ms: 271190\n  end_ms: 274430\n- text: Chop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\n  start_ms: 274430\n  end_ms: 278130\n- text: Then I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\n  start_ms: 278130\n  end_ms: 281940\n- text: Ghost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\n  start_ms: 281940\n  end_ms: 284210\n- text: He tried to run, we blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet\n  start_ms: 284210\n  end_ms: 288380\n- text: (Boom)\n  start_ms: 288380\n  end_ms: 289780\n- text: All I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\n  start_ms: 289780\n  end_ms: 292430\n- text: On the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\n  start_ms: 292430\n  end_ms: 296030\n- text: Residue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n  start_ms: 296030\n  end_ms: 299130\n- text: (Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\n  start_ms: 299130\n  end_ms: 300910\n- text: All of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\n  start_ms: 300910\n  end_ms: 301590\n- text: All we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\n  start_ms: 301590\n  end_ms: 303620\n- text: Pop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\n  start_ms: 303620\n  end_ms: 306130\n- text: Piss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\n  start_ms: 306130\n  end_ms: 310180\n- text: Y'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\n  start_ms: 310180\n  end_ms: 313950\n- text: Nah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\n  start_ms: 313950\n  end_ms: 316820\n- text: Y'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 316820\n  end_ms: 318220\n- text: He hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\n  start_ms: 318220\n  end_ms: 319990\n- text: Throwin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n  start_ms: 319990\n  end_ms: 321700\n- text: '''Cause this shit''ll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)'\n  start_ms: 321700\n  end_ms: 323700\n- text: Gave bitches room, gave bitches doom\n  start_ms: 323700\n  end_ms: 325630\n- text: Let me starve, so I made bitches food\n  start_ms: 325630\n  end_ms: 327670\n- text: Made a lane and I made bitches move\n  start_ms: 327670\n  end_ms: 329960\n- text: Killed niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\n  start_ms: 329960\n  end_ms: 332290\n- text: Flow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\n  start_ms: 332290\n  end_ms: 333730\n- text: These hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\n  start_ms: 333730\n  end_ms: 337480\n- text: Like they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\n  start_ms: 337480\n  end_ms: 339380\n- text: Cop keys of that cake, Ma\n  start_ms: 339380\n  end_ms: 340960\n- text: Stacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\n  start_ms: 340960\n  end_ms: 343640\n- text: Big moves when the bricks move\n  start_ms: 343640\n  end_ms: 345330\n- text: Touch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\n  start_ms: 345330\n  end_ms: 347850\n- text: Young girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\n  start_ms: 347850\n  end_ms: 350880\n- text: Everybody from the block was lookin' to pop it\n  start_ms: 350880\n  end_ms: 353150\n- text: I was the monster who\n  start_ms: 353150\n  end_ms: 354400\n- text: Took this shit to the top, boy, like I'm Shane or Sully\n  start_ms: 354400\n  end_ms: 356790\n- text: The game is funny\n  start_ms: 356790\n  end_ms: 357940\n- text: Woah, what's happenin'?\n  start_ms: 357940\n  end_ms: 365270\n- text: Yeah, okay\n  start_ms: 365270\n  end_ms: 368710\n- text: I'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\n  start_ms: 368710\n  end_ms: 372270\n- text: Gold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\n  start_ms: 372270\n  end_ms: 375590\n- text: Real Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\n  start_ms: 375590\n  end_ms: 379510\n- text: All gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\n  start_ms: 379510\n  end_ms: 382780\n- text: I'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\n  start_ms: 382780\n  end_ms: 386000\n- text: And when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\n  start_ms: 386000\n  end_ms: 389650\n- text: I bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\n  start_ms: 389650\n  end_ms: 393140\n- text: Countin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\n  start_ms: 393140\n  end_ms: 396650\n- text: Just a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\n  start_ms: 396650\n  end_ms: 400570\n- text: Slidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\n  start_ms: 400570\n  end_ms: 403980\n- text: They never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\n  start_ms: 403980\n  end_ms: 407640\n- text: I show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n  start_ms: 407640\n  end_ms: 410980\n- text: 4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n  start_ms: 410980\n  end_ms: 414480\n- text: 2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\n  start_ms: 414480\n  end_ms: 418080\n- text: Bangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\n  start_ms: 418080\n  end_ms: 421030\n- text: In the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\n  start_ms: 421030\n  end_ms: 425130\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 425130\n  end_ms: 429680\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 429680\n  end_ms: 433360\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 433360\n  end_ms: 436820\n- text: Oh, oh, oh (Uh)\n  start_ms: 436820\n  end_ms: 446880\n- text: MAC was made in Bangladesh, spray the steps\n  start_ms: 446880\n  end_ms: 449320\n- text: Oops i made a mess (Brrt)\n  start_ms: 449320\n  end_ms: 453560\n- text: They upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\n  start_ms: 453560\n  end_ms: 456710\n- text: They depressed, they wavin' white flags, I'm still gon' wave this TEC\n  start_ms: 456710\n  end_ms: 460470\n- text: (Hahaha)\n  start_ms: 460470\n  end_ms: 460640\n- text: We take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\n  start_ms: 460640\n  end_ms: 463660\n- text: We rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\n  start_ms: 463660\n  end_ms: 467070\n- text: I cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\n  start_ms: 467070\n  end_ms: 470720\n- text: I'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n  start_ms: 470720\n  end_ms: 474290\n- text: (Talk to 'em)\n  start_ms: 474290\n  end_ms: 474830\n- text: Niggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\n  start_ms: 474830\n  end_ms: 477820\n- text: My bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\n  start_ms: 477820\n  end_ms: 481180\n- text: I don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n  start_ms: 481180\n  end_ms: 484720\n- text: (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  start_ms: 484720\n  end_ms: 486040\n- text: Real pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\n  start_ms: 486040\n  end_ms: 488340\n- text: I'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\n  start_ms: 488340\n  end_ms: 491940\n- text: Past niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\n  start_ms: 491940\n  end_ms: 495390\n- text: Yeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\n  start_ms: 495390\n  end_ms: 498290\n- text: Like I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\n  start_ms: 498290\n  end_ms: 502390\n- text: Bottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 502390\n  end_ms: 504870\n- text: All the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\n  start_ms: 504870\n  end_ms: 507660\n- text: I bend your bitch, then tell her \"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\"\n  start_ms: 507660\n  end_ms: 510830\n- text: (Goodbye)\n  start_ms: 510830\n  end_ms: 511750\n- text: Then I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\n  start_ms: 511750\n  end_ms: 514350\n- text: Think you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift\n  start_ms: 514350\n  end_ms: 517930\n- text: (Talk to 'em)\n  start_ms: 517930\n  end_ms: 518680\n- text: Hiders called me from the Feds and said\n  start_ms: 518680\n  end_ms: 520990\n- text: '\"I''m glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"'\n  start_ms: 520990\n  end_ms: 523800\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\n  start_ms: 523800\n  end_ms: 529350\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 529350\n  end_ms: 531210\n- text: (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\n  start_ms: 531210\n  end_ms: 532680\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 532680\n  end_ms: 534860\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 534860\n  end_ms: 538080\n- text: (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  start_ms: 538080\n  end_ms: 542170\n- text: When we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\n  start_ms: 542170\n  end_ms: 545640\n- text: We done lived it all\n  start_ms: 545640\n  end_ms: 547400\n- text: We the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\n  start_ms: 547400\n  end_ms: 553340\n- text: We came Back to the Future to\n  start_ms: 553340\n  end_ms: 556600\n- text: Be the Terminators of the Matrix\n  start_ms: 556600\n  end_ms: 558320\n- text: We the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\n  start_ms: 558320\n  end_ms: 563130\n- text: See, no Mission is Impossible\n  start_ms: 563130\n  end_ms: 565540\n- text: When you this Fast and Furious\n  start_ms: 565540\n  end_ms: 568140\n- text: Niggas Die Hard when\n  start_ms: 568140\n  end_ms: 570110\n- text: We show 'em the Final Destination\n  start_ms: 570110\n  end_ms: 571970\n- text: It's been a pleasure\n  start_ms: 571970\n  end_ms: 577190\n- text: Hitler Wears Hermès 10\n  start_ms: 577190\n  end_ms: 581560\n- text: DJ Drama\n  start_ms: 581560\n  end_ms: 586100\n- text: And like that, we gone\n  start_ms: 586100\n  end_ms: 591870\n- text: B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\n  start_ms: 591870\n  end_ms: 595160\n- text: Gunn, holla at me\n  start_ms: 595160\n  end_ms: 599480\n- text: Legendary, timeless\n  start_ms: 599480\n  end_ms: 604940\n- text: Just make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n  start_ms: 604940\n  end_ms: 607830\n- text: (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  start_ms: 607830\n  end_ms: 610620\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 610620\nplain: |-\n  And now we've come to that time\n  Where the legend of Griselda lives forever\n  The Butcher comin' nigga\n  Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\n  Y'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\n  We the biggest (Biggest)\n  Yeah\n\n  I don't know nobody this hungry\n  I don't know nobody this humble\n  I don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan\n  I can switch jungles\n  I don't know nobody this gangsta\n  I don't know nobody this ready\n  Snatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\n  I don't know nobody this petty\n  (Nah)\n  This where I take control of shit\n  This where I get to rap about sticks and\n  How we wrap bricks with petroleum\n  Clean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\n  My rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\n  West signed me, I was woke again, I'ma tell that story all over again\n  (Yeah)\n  Get rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\n  They said I'd never switch it up, but\n  I'm like three flows in on this verse\n  So what that tell you? That tell me that these\n  Niggas do a lot of cheerleadin' (Lot of cheerleadin')\n  And these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\n  And the Butcher comin', motherfucker\n  Never seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\n  I got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\n  But we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\n  I put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\n  When y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\n  I think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\n  I play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\n  I can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\n  Giants Monday night football, I'm watchin'\n  From the box (From the box)\n  Me and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\n  I'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\n  You make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\n  You makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\n  That's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop\n  (Yeah)\n  Then make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\n  It's the Butcher, nigga\n\n  When y'all tell the tale\n  Make sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\n  A team that was one of one\n  That shifted everything\n  The culture was never the same after they got here\n\n  Stove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\n  We can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\n  Ten course, three houses (Skrrt)\n  One house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\n  Perrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\n  We had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\n  Any doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow\n  My nigga you gotta recount it\n  Ayo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\n  Wheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\n  McLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\n  Oh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n\n  Uh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\n  The cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White\n  (Hahaha)\n  It started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\n  Needles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\n  Sparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\n  VVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\n  I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\n  The trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\n  If you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\n  Gina Jackson face on a brick stamp\n  Left the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\n  I went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\n  Get low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\n  They askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\n  Quarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\n  It ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\n  All that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\n  I rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\n\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\n\n  Speed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\n  All the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\n  Make 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\n  He tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\n  They shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\n  Fast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\n  You know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\n  You dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\n  We so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\n  Could leave and come back, they'd still\n  Be fucked up in the same place\n  Light you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\n  Life dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\n  Chop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\n  Then I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\n  Ghost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\n  He tried to run, we blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet\n  (Boom)\n  All I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\n  On the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\n  Residue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n  (Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\n  All of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\n  All we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\n  Pop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\n  Piss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\n\n  Y'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\n\n  Nah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\n  Y'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\n  He hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\n  Throwin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n  'Cause this shit'll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)\n  Gave bitches room, gave bitches doom\n  Let me starve, so I made bitches food\n  Made a lane and I made bitches move\n  Killed niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\n  Flow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\n  These hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\n  Like they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\n  Cop keys of that cake, Ma\n  Stacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\n  Big moves when the bricks move\n  Touch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\n  Young girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\n  Everybody from the block was lookin' to pop it\n  I was the monster who\n  Took this shit to the top, boy, like I'm Shane or Sully\n  The game is funny\n\n  Woah, what's happenin'?\n  Yeah, okay\n\n  I'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\n  Gold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\n  Real Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\n  All gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\n  I'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\n  And when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\n  I bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\n  Countin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\n  Just a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\n  Slidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\n  They never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\n  I show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n  4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n  2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\n  Bangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\n  In the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\n\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh (Uh)\n\n  MAC was made in Bangladesh, spray the steps\n  Oops i made a mess (Brrt)\n  They upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\n  They depressed, they wavin' white flags, I'm still gon' wave this TEC\n  (Hahaha)\n  We take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\n  We rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\n  I cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\n  I'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n  (Talk to 'em)\n  Niggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\n  My bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\n  I don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n  (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  Real pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\n  I'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\n  Past niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\n  Yeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\n  Like I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\n  Bottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\n  All the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\n  I bend your bitch, then tell her \"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\"\n  (Goodbye)\n  Then I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\n  Think you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift\n  (Talk to 'em)\n  Hiders called me from the Feds and said\n  \"I'm glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"\n\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n\n  When we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\n  We done lived it all\n  We the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\n  We came Back to the Future to\n  Be the Terminators of the Matrix\n  We the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\n  See, no Mission is Impossible\n  When you this Fast and Furious\n  Niggas Die Hard when\n  We show 'em the Final Destination\n  It's been a pleasure\n  Hitler Wears Hermès 10\n  DJ Drama\n  And like that, we gone\n  B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\n  Gunn, holla at me\n  Legendary, timeless\n  Just make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n  (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n"},{"id":9731038,"name":"Red Death","trackName":"Red Death","artistName":"Westside Gunn feat. Benny the Butcher, Stove God Cooks, Rome Streetz, Armani Caesar, Jay Worthy, Conway, & Robby","albumName":"10","duration":623.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And now we've come to that time\nWhere the legend of Griselda lives forever\nThe Butcher comin' nigga\nAyo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\nY'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\nWe the biggest (Biggest)\nYeah\nI don't know nobody this hungry, I don't know nobody this humble\nI don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan, I can switch jungles\nI don't know nobody this gangsta, I don't know nobody this ready\nSnatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\nI don't know nobody this petty (Nah)\nThis where I take control of shit\nThis where I get to rap about sticks\nAnd how we wrap bricks with petroleum\nClean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\nMy rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\nWest signed me, I was woke again\nI'ma tell that story all over again (Yeah)\nGet rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\nThey said I'd never switch it up\nBut I'm like three flows in on this verse\nSo what that tell you?\nThat tell me that these niggas do a lot of cheerleadin'\n(Lot of cheerleadin')\nAnd these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\nAnd the Butcher comin', motherfucker\nNever seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\nI got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\nBut we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\nI put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\nWhen y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\nI think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\nI play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\nI can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\nGiants Monday night football, I'm watchin' from the box (From the box)\nMe and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\nI'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\nYou make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\nYou makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\nThat's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop (Yeah)\nThen make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\nIt's the Butcher, nigga\nWhen y'all tell the tale\nMake sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\nA team that was one of one\nThat shifted everything\nThe culture was never the same after they got here\nStove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\nWe can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\nTen course, three houses (Skrrt)\nOne house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\nPerrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\nWe had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\nAny doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow, my nigga\nYou gotta recount it\nAyo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\nWheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\nMcLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\nOh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\nUh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\nThe cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White (Hahaha)\nIt started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\nNeedles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\nSparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\nVVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\nI've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\nThe trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\nIf you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\nGina Jackson face on a brick stamp\nLeft the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\nI went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\nGet low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\nThey askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\nQuarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\nIt ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\nAll that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\nI rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\nSpeed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\nAll the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\nMake 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\nHe tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\nThey shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\nFast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\nYou know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\nYou dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\nWe so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\nCould leave and come back, they'd still be fucked up in the same place\nLight you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\nLife dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\nChop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\nThen I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\nGhost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\nHe tried to run\nWe blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet (Boom)\nAll I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\nOn the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\nResidue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n(Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\nAll of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\nAll we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\nPop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\nPiss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\nY'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\nNah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\nY'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\nHe hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\nThrowin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n'Cause this shit'll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)\nGave bitches room, gave bitches doom\nLet me starve, so I made bitches food\nMade a lane and I made bitches move\nKilled niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\nFlow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\nThese hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\nLike they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\nCop keys of that cake, Ma\nStacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\nBig moves when the bricks move\nTouch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\nYoung girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\nEverybody from the block was lookin' to pop it, I was the monster who\nTook this shit to the top, boy\nLike I'm Shane or Sully, the game is funny\nWoah, what's happenin'?\nYeah, okay\nI'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\nGold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\nReal Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\nAll gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\nI'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\nAnd when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\nI bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\nCountin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\nJust a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\nSlidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\nThey never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\nI show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\nBangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\nIn the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh (Uh)\nMAC was made in Bangladesh\nSpray the steps, oops, I made a mess (Brrt)\nThey upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\nThey depressed, they wavin' white flags\nI'm still gon' wave this TEC (Hahaha)\nWe take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\nWe rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\nI cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\nI'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n(Talk to 'em)\nNiggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\nMy bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\nI don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\nReal pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\nI'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\nPast niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\nYeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\nLike I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\nBottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\nAll the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\nI bend your bitch, then tell her\n\"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\" (Goodbye)\nThen I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\nThink you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift (Talk to 'em)\nHiders called me from the Feds and said\n\"I'm glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"\nOh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\nOh, oh, oh (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\n(Gangsta Gri-zillz)\nWhen we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\nWe done lived it all\nWe the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\nWe came Back to the Future to be the Terminators of the Matrix\nWe the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\nSee, no Mission is Impossible when you this Fast and Furious\nNiggas Die Hard when we show 'em the Final Destination\nIt's been a pleasure\nHitler Wears Hermès 10\nDJ Drama\nAnd like that, we gone\nB-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\nGunn, holla at me\nLegendary, timeless\nJust make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n(Gangsta Gri-zillz)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.99] And now we've come to that time\n[00:05.99] Where the legend of Griselda lives forever\n[00:07.88] The Butcher comin' nigga\n[00:09.76] Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\n[00:12.91] Y'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\n[00:16.34] We the biggest (Biggest)\n[00:18.65] Yeah\n[00:19.97] I don't know nobody this hungry\n[00:20.80] I don't know nobody this humble\n[00:23.19] I don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan\n[00:25.30] I can switch jungles\n[00:26.69] I don't know nobody this gangsta\n[00:28.46] I don't know nobody this ready\n[00:30.24] Snatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\n[00:31.59] I don't know nobody this petty\n[00:33.09] (Nah)\n[00:33.34] This where I take control of shit\n[00:35.20] This where I get to rap about sticks and\n[00:37.26] How we wrap bricks with petroleum\n[00:38.70] Clean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\n[00:40.58] My rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\n[00:43.90] West signed me, I was woke again, I'ma tell that story all over again\n[00:47.05] (Yeah)\n[00:47.11] Get rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\n[00:50.21] They said I'd never switch it up, but\n[00:51.99] I'm like three flows in on this verse\n[00:53.71] So what that tell you? That tell me that these\n[00:55.53] Niggas do a lot of cheerleadin' (Lot of cheerleadin')\n[00:57.50] And these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\n[01:00.03] And the Butcher comin', motherfucker\n[01:01.75] Never seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\n[01:05.00] I got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\n[01:06.72] But we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\n[01:08.52] I put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\n[01:10.15] When y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\n[01:12.12] I think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\n[01:15.16] I play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\n[01:18.71] I can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\n[01:22.29] Giants Monday night football, I'm watchin'\n[01:24.45] From the box (From the box)\n[01:25.49] Me and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\n[01:27.30] I'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\n[01:30.06] You make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\n[01:32.05] You makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\n[01:35.34] That's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop\n[01:38.85] (Yeah)\n[01:39.55] Then make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\n[01:42.58] It's the Butcher, nigga\n[01:43.95] When y'all tell the tale\n[01:46.82] Make sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\n[01:50.18] A team that was one of one\n[01:54.13] That shifted everything\n[01:57.93] The culture was never the same after they got here\n[02:00.74] Stove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\n[02:04.96] We can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\n[02:08.07] Ten course, three houses (Skrrt)\n[02:09.70] One house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\n[02:13.49] Perrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\n[02:16.43] We had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\n[02:20.03] Any doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow\n[02:23.39] My nigga you gotta recount it\n[02:25.29] Ayo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\n[02:28.01] Wheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\n[02:31.91] McLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\n[02:35.17] Oh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n[02:39.94] Uh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\n[02:42.57] The cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White\n[02:45.93] (Hahaha)\n[02:46.46] It started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\n[02:49.16] Needles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\n[02:51.99] Sparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\n[02:55.17] VVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\n[02:59.87] I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\n[03:01.98] The trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\n[03:05.57] If you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\n[03:08.63] Gina Jackson face on a brick stamp\n[03:11.62] Left the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\n[03:14.06] I went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\n[03:17.55] Get low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\n[03:19.79] They askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\n[03:22.85] Quarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\n[03:26.49] It ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\n[03:30.33] All that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\n[03:33.89] I rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\n[03:36.24] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[03:39.89] Oh, oh, oh\n[03:43.66] Oh, oh, oh\n[03:45.94] Oh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\n[03:51.47] Speed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\n[03:56.28] All the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\n[03:59.95] Make 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\n[04:03.16] He tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\n[04:06.67] They shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\n[04:10.56] Fast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\n[04:14.07] You know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\n[04:17.53] You dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\n[04:20.70] We so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\n[04:24.14] Could leave and come back, they'd still\n[04:26.16] Be fucked up in the same place\n[04:27.75] Light you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\n[04:31.19] Life dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\n[04:34.43] Chop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\n[04:38.13] Then I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\n[04:41.94] Ghost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\n[04:44.21] He tried to run, we blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet\n[04:48.38] (Boom)\n[04:49.78] All I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\n[04:52.43] On the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\n[04:56.03] Residue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n[04:59.13] (Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\n[05:00.91] All of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\n[05:01.59] All we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\n[05:03.62] Pop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\n[05:06.13] Piss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\n[05:10.18] Y'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\n[05:13.95] Nah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\n[05:16.82] Y'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\n[05:18.22] He hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\n[05:19.99] Throwin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n[05:21.70] 'Cause this shit'll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)\n[05:23.70] Gave bitches room, gave bitches doom\n[05:25.63] Let me starve, so I made bitches food\n[05:27.67] Made a lane and I made bitches move\n[05:29.96] Killed niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\n[05:32.29] Flow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\n[05:33.73] These hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\n[05:37.48] Like they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\n[05:39.38] Cop keys of that cake, Ma\n[05:40.96] Stacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\n[05:43.64] Big moves when the bricks move\n[05:45.33] Touch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\n[05:47.85] Young girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\n[05:50.88] Everybody from the block was lookin' to pop it\n[05:53.15] I was the monster who\n[05:54.40] Took this shit to the top, boy, like I'm Shane or Sully\n[05:56.79] The game is funny\n[05:57.94] Woah, what's happenin'?\n[06:05.27] Yeah, okay\n[06:08.71] I'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\n[06:12.27] Gold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\n[06:15.59] Real Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\n[06:19.51] All gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\n[06:22.78] I'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\n[06:26.00] And when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\n[06:29.65] I bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\n[06:33.14] Countin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\n[06:36.65] Just a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\n[06:40.57] Slidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\n[06:43.98] They never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\n[06:47.64] I show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n[06:50.98] 4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n[06:54.48] 2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\n[06:58.08] Bangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\n[07:01.03] In the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\n[07:05.13] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[07:09.68] Oh, oh, oh\n[07:13.36] Oh, oh, oh\n[07:16.82] Oh, oh, oh (Uh)\n[07:26.88] MAC was made in Bangladesh, spray the steps\n[07:29.32] Oops i made a mess (Brrt)\n[07:33.56] They upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\n[07:36.71] They depressed, they wavin' white flags, I'm still gon' wave this TEC\n[07:40.47] (Hahaha)\n[07:40.64] We take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\n[07:43.66] We rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\n[07:47.07] I cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\n[07:50.72] I'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n[07:54.29] (Talk to 'em)\n[07:54.83] Niggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\n[07:57.82] My bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\n[08:01.18] I don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n[08:04.72] (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n[08:06.04] Real pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\n[08:08.34] I'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\n[08:11.94] Past niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\n[08:15.39] Yeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\n[08:18.29] Like I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\n[08:22.39] Bottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\n[08:24.87] All the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\n[08:27.66] I bend your bitch, then tell her \"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\"\n[08:30.83] (Goodbye)\n[08:31.75] Then I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\n[08:34.35] Think you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift\n[08:37.93] (Talk to 'em)\n[08:38.68] Hiders called me from the Feds and said\n[08:40.99] \"I'm glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"\n[08:43.80] Oh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\n[08:49.35] Oh, oh, oh\n[08:51.21] (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\n[08:52.68] Oh, oh, oh\n[08:54.86] Oh, oh, oh\n[08:58.08] (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n[09:02.17] When we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\n[09:05.64] We done lived it all\n[09:07.40] We the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\n[09:13.34] We came Back to the Future to\n[09:16.60] Be the Terminators of the Matrix\n[09:18.32] We the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\n[09:23.13] See, no Mission is Impossible\n[09:25.54] When you this Fast and Furious\n[09:28.14] Niggas Die Hard when\n[09:30.11] We show 'em the Final Destination\n[09:31.97] It's been a pleasure\n[09:37.19] Hitler Wears Hermès 10\n[09:41.56] DJ Drama\n[09:46.10] And like that, we gone\n[09:51.87] B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\n[09:55.16] Gunn, holla at me\n[09:59.48] Legendary, timeless\n[10:04.94] Just make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n[10:07.83] (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n[10:10.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Red Death\n  artist: Westside Gunn feat. Benny the Butcher, Stove God Cooks, Rome Streetz, Armani Caesar, Jay Worthy, Conway, & Robby\n  album: '10'\n  duration_ms: 623000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: And now we've come to that time\n  start_ms: 1990\n  end_ms: 5990\n- text: Where the legend of Griselda lives forever\n  start_ms: 5990\n  end_ms: 7880\n- text: The Butcher comin' nigga\n  start_ms: 7880\n  end_ms: 9760\n- text: Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\n  start_ms: 9760\n  end_ms: 12910\n- text: Y'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\n  start_ms: 12910\n  end_ms: 16340\n- text: We the biggest (Biggest)\n  start_ms: 16340\n  end_ms: 18650\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 18650\n  end_ms: 19970\n- text: I don't know nobody this hungry\n  start_ms: 19970\n  end_ms: 20800\n- text: I don't know nobody this humble\n  start_ms: 20800\n  end_ms: 23190\n- text: I don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan\n  start_ms: 23190\n  end_ms: 25300\n- text: I can switch jungles\n  start_ms: 25300\n  end_ms: 26690\n- text: I don't know nobody this gangsta\n  start_ms: 26690\n  end_ms: 28460\n- text: I don't know nobody this ready\n  start_ms: 28460\n  end_ms: 30240\n- text: Snatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\n  start_ms: 30240\n  end_ms: 31590\n- text: I don't know nobody this petty\n  start_ms: 31590\n  end_ms: 33090\n- text: (Nah)\n  start_ms: 33090\n  end_ms: 33340\n- text: This where I take control of shit\n  start_ms: 33340\n  end_ms: 35200\n- text: This where I get to rap about sticks and\n  start_ms: 35200\n  end_ms: 37260\n- text: How we wrap bricks with petroleum\n  start_ms: 37260\n  end_ms: 38700\n- text: Clean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 38700\n  end_ms: 40580\n- text: My rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\n  start_ms: 40580\n  end_ms: 43900\n- text: West signed me, I was woke again, I'ma tell that story all over again\n  start_ms: 43900\n  end_ms: 47050\n- text: (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 47050\n  end_ms: 47110\n- text: Get rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\n  start_ms: 47110\n  end_ms: 50210\n- text: They said I'd never switch it up, but\n  start_ms: 50210\n  end_ms: 51990\n- text: I'm like three flows in on this verse\n  start_ms: 51990\n  end_ms: 53710\n- text: So what that tell you? That tell me that these\n  start_ms: 53710\n  end_ms: 55530\n- text: Niggas do a lot of cheerleadin' (Lot of cheerleadin')\n  start_ms: 55530\n  end_ms: 57500\n- text: And these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\n  start_ms: 57500\n  end_ms: 60030\n- text: And the Butcher comin', motherfucker\n  start_ms: 60030\n  end_ms: 61750\n- text: Never seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\n  start_ms: 61750\n  end_ms: 65000\n- text: I got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\n  start_ms: 65000\n  end_ms: 66720\n- text: But we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\n  start_ms: 66720\n  end_ms: 68520\n- text: I put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 68520\n  end_ms: 70150\n- text: When y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\n  start_ms: 70150\n  end_ms: 72120\n- text: I think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\n  start_ms: 72120\n  end_ms: 75160\n- text: I play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\n  start_ms: 75160\n  end_ms: 78710\n- text: I can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\n  start_ms: 78710\n  end_ms: 82290\n- text: Giants Monday night football, I'm watchin'\n  start_ms: 82290\n  end_ms: 84450\n- text: From the box (From the box)\n  start_ms: 84450\n  end_ms: 85490\n- text: Me and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\n  start_ms: 85490\n  end_ms: 87300\n- text: I'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\n  start_ms: 87300\n  end_ms: 90060\n- text: You make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 90060\n  end_ms: 92050\n- text: You makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\n  start_ms: 92050\n  end_ms: 95340\n- text: That's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop\n  start_ms: 95340\n  end_ms: 98850\n- text: (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 98850\n  end_ms: 99550\n- text: Then make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\n  start_ms: 99550\n  end_ms: 102580\n- text: It's the Butcher, nigga\n  start_ms: 102580\n  end_ms: 103950\n- text: When y'all tell the tale\n  start_ms: 103950\n  end_ms: 106820\n- text: Make sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\n  start_ms: 106820\n  end_ms: 110180\n- text: A team that was one of one\n  start_ms: 110180\n  end_ms: 114130\n- text: That shifted everything\n  start_ms: 114130\n  end_ms: 117930\n- text: The culture was never the same after they got here\n  start_ms: 117930\n  end_ms: 120740\n- text: Stove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\n  start_ms: 120740\n  end_ms: 124960\n- text: We can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\n  start_ms: 124960\n  end_ms: 128070\n- text: Ten course, three houses (Skrrt)\n  start_ms: 128070\n  end_ms: 129700\n- text: One house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\n  start_ms: 129700\n  end_ms: 133490\n- text: Perrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\n  start_ms: 133490\n  end_ms: 136430\n- text: We had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\n  start_ms: 136430\n  end_ms: 140030\n- text: Any doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow\n  start_ms: 140030\n  end_ms: 143390\n- text: My nigga you gotta recount it\n  start_ms: 143390\n  end_ms: 145290\n- text: Ayo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\n  start_ms: 145290\n  end_ms: 148010\n- text: Wheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\n  start_ms: 148010\n  end_ms: 151910\n- text: McLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\n  start_ms: 151910\n  end_ms: 155170\n- text: Oh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  start_ms: 155170\n  end_ms: 159940\n- text: Uh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\n  start_ms: 159940\n  end_ms: 162570\n- text: The cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White\n  start_ms: 162570\n  end_ms: 165930\n- text: (Hahaha)\n  start_ms: 165930\n  end_ms: 166460\n- text: It started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\n  start_ms: 166460\n  end_ms: 169160\n- text: Needles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\n  start_ms: 169160\n  end_ms: 171990\n- text: Sparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\n  start_ms: 171990\n  end_ms: 175170\n- text: VVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\n  start_ms: 175170\n  end_ms: 179870\n- text: I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\n  start_ms: 179870\n  end_ms: 181980\n- text: The trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\n  start_ms: 181980\n  end_ms: 185570\n- text: If you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\n  start_ms: 185570\n  end_ms: 188630\n- text: Gina Jackson face on a brick stamp\n  start_ms: 188630\n  end_ms: 191620\n- text: Left the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\n  start_ms: 191620\n  end_ms: 194060\n- text: I went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\n  start_ms: 194060\n  end_ms: 197550\n- text: Get low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\n  start_ms: 197550\n  end_ms: 199790\n- text: They askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\n  start_ms: 199790\n  end_ms: 202850\n- text: Quarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\n  start_ms: 202850\n  end_ms: 206490\n- text: It ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\n  start_ms: 206490\n  end_ms: 210330\n- text: All that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\n  start_ms: 210330\n  end_ms: 213890\n- text: I rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\n  start_ms: 213890\n  end_ms: 216240\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 216240\n  end_ms: 219890\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 219890\n  end_ms: 223660\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 223660\n  end_ms: 225940\n- text: Oh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\n  start_ms: 225940\n  end_ms: 231470\n- text: Speed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\n  start_ms: 231470\n  end_ms: 236280\n- text: All the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\n  start_ms: 236280\n  end_ms: 239950\n- text: Make 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\n  start_ms: 239950\n  end_ms: 243160\n- text: He tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\n  start_ms: 243160\n  end_ms: 246670\n- text: They shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\n  start_ms: 246670\n  end_ms: 250560\n- text: Fast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\n  start_ms: 250560\n  end_ms: 254070\n- text: You know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\n  start_ms: 254070\n  end_ms: 257530\n- text: You dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\n  start_ms: 257530\n  end_ms: 260700\n- text: We so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\n  start_ms: 260700\n  end_ms: 264140\n- text: Could leave and come back, they'd still\n  start_ms: 264140\n  end_ms: 266160\n- text: Be fucked up in the same place\n  start_ms: 266160\n  end_ms: 267750\n- text: Light you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\n  start_ms: 267750\n  end_ms: 271190\n- text: Life dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\n  start_ms: 271190\n  end_ms: 274430\n- text: Chop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\n  start_ms: 274430\n  end_ms: 278130\n- text: Then I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\n  start_ms: 278130\n  end_ms: 281940\n- text: Ghost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\n  start_ms: 281940\n  end_ms: 284210\n- text: He tried to run, we blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet\n  start_ms: 284210\n  end_ms: 288380\n- text: (Boom)\n  start_ms: 288380\n  end_ms: 289780\n- text: All I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\n  start_ms: 289780\n  end_ms: 292430\n- text: On the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\n  start_ms: 292430\n  end_ms: 296030\n- text: Residue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n  start_ms: 296030\n  end_ms: 299130\n- text: (Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\n  start_ms: 299130\n  end_ms: 300910\n- text: All of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\n  start_ms: 300910\n  end_ms: 301590\n- text: All we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\n  start_ms: 301590\n  end_ms: 303620\n- text: Pop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\n  start_ms: 303620\n  end_ms: 306130\n- text: Piss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\n  start_ms: 306130\n  end_ms: 310180\n- text: Y'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\n  start_ms: 310180\n  end_ms: 313950\n- text: Nah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\n  start_ms: 313950\n  end_ms: 316820\n- text: Y'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 316820\n  end_ms: 318220\n- text: He hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\n  start_ms: 318220\n  end_ms: 319990\n- text: Throwin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n  start_ms: 319990\n  end_ms: 321700\n- text: '''Cause this shit''ll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)'\n  start_ms: 321700\n  end_ms: 323700\n- text: Gave bitches room, gave bitches doom\n  start_ms: 323700\n  end_ms: 325630\n- text: Let me starve, so I made bitches food\n  start_ms: 325630\n  end_ms: 327670\n- text: Made a lane and I made bitches move\n  start_ms: 327670\n  end_ms: 329960\n- text: Killed niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\n  start_ms: 329960\n  end_ms: 332290\n- text: Flow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\n  start_ms: 332290\n  end_ms: 333730\n- text: These hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\n  start_ms: 333730\n  end_ms: 337480\n- text: Like they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\n  start_ms: 337480\n  end_ms: 339380\n- text: Cop keys of that cake, Ma\n  start_ms: 339380\n  end_ms: 340960\n- text: Stacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\n  start_ms: 340960\n  end_ms: 343640\n- text: Big moves when the bricks move\n  start_ms: 343640\n  end_ms: 345330\n- text: Touch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\n  start_ms: 345330\n  end_ms: 347850\n- text: Young girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\n  start_ms: 347850\n  end_ms: 350880\n- text: Everybody from the block was lookin' to pop it\n  start_ms: 350880\n  end_ms: 353150\n- text: I was the monster who\n  start_ms: 353150\n  end_ms: 354400\n- text: Took this shit to the top, boy, like I'm Shane or Sully\n  start_ms: 354400\n  end_ms: 356790\n- text: The game is funny\n  start_ms: 356790\n  end_ms: 357940\n- text: Woah, what's happenin'?\n  start_ms: 357940\n  end_ms: 365270\n- text: Yeah, okay\n  start_ms: 365270\n  end_ms: 368710\n- text: I'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\n  start_ms: 368710\n  end_ms: 372270\n- text: Gold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\n  start_ms: 372270\n  end_ms: 375590\n- text: Real Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\n  start_ms: 375590\n  end_ms: 379510\n- text: All gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\n  start_ms: 379510\n  end_ms: 382780\n- text: I'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\n  start_ms: 382780\n  end_ms: 386000\n- text: And when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\n  start_ms: 386000\n  end_ms: 389650\n- text: I bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\n  start_ms: 389650\n  end_ms: 393140\n- text: Countin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\n  start_ms: 393140\n  end_ms: 396650\n- text: Just a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\n  start_ms: 396650\n  end_ms: 400570\n- text: Slidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\n  start_ms: 400570\n  end_ms: 403980\n- text: They never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\n  start_ms: 403980\n  end_ms: 407640\n- text: I show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n  start_ms: 407640\n  end_ms: 410980\n- text: 4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n  start_ms: 410980\n  end_ms: 414480\n- text: 2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\n  start_ms: 414480\n  end_ms: 418080\n- text: Bangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\n  start_ms: 418080\n  end_ms: 421030\n- text: In the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\n  start_ms: 421030\n  end_ms: 425130\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 425130\n  end_ms: 429680\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 429680\n  end_ms: 433360\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 433360\n  end_ms: 436820\n- text: Oh, oh, oh (Uh)\n  start_ms: 436820\n  end_ms: 446880\n- text: MAC was made in Bangladesh, spray the steps\n  start_ms: 446880\n  end_ms: 449320\n- text: Oops i made a mess (Brrt)\n  start_ms: 449320\n  end_ms: 453560\n- text: They upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\n  start_ms: 453560\n  end_ms: 456710\n- text: They depressed, they wavin' white flags, I'm still gon' wave this TEC\n  start_ms: 456710\n  end_ms: 460470\n- text: (Hahaha)\n  start_ms: 460470\n  end_ms: 460640\n- text: We take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\n  start_ms: 460640\n  end_ms: 463660\n- text: We rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\n  start_ms: 463660\n  end_ms: 467070\n- text: I cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\n  start_ms: 467070\n  end_ms: 470720\n- text: I'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n  start_ms: 470720\n  end_ms: 474290\n- text: (Talk to 'em)\n  start_ms: 474290\n  end_ms: 474830\n- text: Niggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\n  start_ms: 474830\n  end_ms: 477820\n- text: My bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\n  start_ms: 477820\n  end_ms: 481180\n- text: I don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n  start_ms: 481180\n  end_ms: 484720\n- text: (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  start_ms: 484720\n  end_ms: 486040\n- text: Real pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\n  start_ms: 486040\n  end_ms: 488340\n- text: I'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\n  start_ms: 488340\n  end_ms: 491940\n- text: Past niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\n  start_ms: 491940\n  end_ms: 495390\n- text: Yeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\n  start_ms: 495390\n  end_ms: 498290\n- text: Like I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\n  start_ms: 498290\n  end_ms: 502390\n- text: Bottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 502390\n  end_ms: 504870\n- text: All the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\n  start_ms: 504870\n  end_ms: 507660\n- text: I bend your bitch, then tell her \"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\"\n  start_ms: 507660\n  end_ms: 510830\n- text: (Goodbye)\n  start_ms: 510830\n  end_ms: 511750\n- text: Then I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\n  start_ms: 511750\n  end_ms: 514350\n- text: Think you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift\n  start_ms: 514350\n  end_ms: 517930\n- text: (Talk to 'em)\n  start_ms: 517930\n  end_ms: 518680\n- text: Hiders called me from the Feds and said\n  start_ms: 518680\n  end_ms: 520990\n- text: '\"I''m glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"'\n  start_ms: 520990\n  end_ms: 523800\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\n  start_ms: 523800\n  end_ms: 529350\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 529350\n  end_ms: 531210\n- text: (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\n  start_ms: 531210\n  end_ms: 532680\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 532680\n  end_ms: 534860\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 534860\n  end_ms: 538080\n- text: (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  start_ms: 538080\n  end_ms: 542170\n- text: When we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\n  start_ms: 542170\n  end_ms: 545640\n- text: We done lived it all\n  start_ms: 545640\n  end_ms: 547400\n- text: We the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\n  start_ms: 547400\n  end_ms: 553340\n- text: We came Back to the Future to\n  start_ms: 553340\n  end_ms: 556600\n- text: Be the Terminators of the Matrix\n  start_ms: 556600\n  end_ms: 558320\n- text: We the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\n  start_ms: 558320\n  end_ms: 563130\n- text: See, no Mission is Impossible\n  start_ms: 563130\n  end_ms: 565540\n- text: When you this Fast and Furious\n  start_ms: 565540\n  end_ms: 568140\n- text: Niggas Die Hard when\n  start_ms: 568140\n  end_ms: 570110\n- text: We show 'em the Final Destination\n  start_ms: 570110\n  end_ms: 571970\n- text: It's been a pleasure\n  start_ms: 571970\n  end_ms: 577190\n- text: Hitler Wears Hermès 10\n  start_ms: 577190\n  end_ms: 581560\n- text: DJ Drama\n  start_ms: 581560\n  end_ms: 586100\n- text: And like that, we gone\n  start_ms: 586100\n  end_ms: 591870\n- text: B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\n  start_ms: 591870\n  end_ms: 595160\n- text: Gunn, holla at me\n  start_ms: 595160\n  end_ms: 599480\n- text: Legendary, timeless\n  start_ms: 599480\n  end_ms: 604940\n- text: Just make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n  start_ms: 604940\n  end_ms: 607830\n- text: (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  start_ms: 607830\n  end_ms: 610620\nplain: |-\n  And now we've come to that time\n  Where the legend of Griselda lives forever\n  The Butcher comin' nigga\n  Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\n  Y'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\n  We the biggest (Biggest)\n  Yeah\n  I don't know nobody this hungry, I don't know nobody this humble\n  I don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan, I can switch jungles\n  I don't know nobody this gangsta, I don't know nobody this ready\n  Snatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\n  I don't know nobody this petty (Nah)\n  This where I take control of shit\n  This where I get to rap about sticks\n  And how we wrap bricks with petroleum\n  Clean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\n  My rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\n  West signed me, I was woke again\n  I'ma tell that story all over again (Yeah)\n  Get rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\n  They said I'd never switch it up\n  But I'm like three flows in on this verse\n  So what that tell you?\n  That tell me that these niggas do a lot of cheerleadin'\n  (Lot of cheerleadin')\n  And these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\n  And the Butcher comin', motherfucker\n  Never seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\n  I got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\n  But we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\n  I put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\n  When y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\n  I think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\n  I play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\n  I can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\n  Giants Monday night football, I'm watchin' from the box (From the box)\n  Me and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\n  I'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\n  You make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\n  You makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\n  That's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop (Yeah)\n  Then make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\n  It's the Butcher, nigga\n  When y'all tell the tale\n  Make sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\n  A team that was one of one\n  That shifted everything\n  The culture was never the same after they got here\n  Stove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\n  We can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\n  Ten course, three houses (Skrrt)\n  One house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\n  Perrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\n  We had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\n  Any doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow, my nigga\n  You gotta recount it\n  Ayo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\n  Wheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\n  McLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\n  Oh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  Uh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\n  The cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White (Hahaha)\n  It started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\n  Needles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\n  Sparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\n  VVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\n  I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\n  The trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\n  If you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\n  Gina Jackson face on a brick stamp\n  Left the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\n  I went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\n  Get low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\n  They askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\n  Quarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\n  It ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\n  All that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\n  I rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\n  Speed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\n  All the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\n  Make 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\n  He tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\n  They shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\n  Fast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\n  You know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\n  You dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\n  We so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\n  Could leave and come back, they'd still be fucked up in the same place\n  Light you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\n  Life dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\n  Chop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\n  Then I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\n  Ghost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\n  He tried to run\n  We blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet (Boom)\n  All I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\n  On the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\n  Residue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n  (Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\n  All of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\n  All we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\n  Pop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\n  Piss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\n  Y'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\n  Nah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\n  Y'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\n  He hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\n  Throwin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n  'Cause this shit'll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)\n  Gave bitches room, gave bitches doom\n  Let me starve, so I made bitches food\n  Made a lane and I made bitches move\n  Killed niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\n  Flow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\n  These hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\n  Like they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\n  Cop keys of that cake, Ma\n  Stacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\n  Big moves when the bricks move\n  Touch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\n  Young girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\n  Everybody from the block was lookin' to pop it, I was the monster who\n  Took this shit to the top, boy\n  Like I'm Shane or Sully, the game is funny\n  Woah, what's happenin'?\n  Yeah, okay\n  I'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\n  Gold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\n  Real Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\n  All gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\n  I'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\n  And when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\n  I bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\n  Countin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\n  Just a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\n  Slidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\n  They never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\n  I show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n  4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n  2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\n  Bangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\n  In the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh (Uh)\n  MAC was made in Bangladesh\n  Spray the steps, oops, I made a mess (Brrt)\n  They upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\n  They depressed, they wavin' white flags\n  I'm still gon' wave this TEC (Hahaha)\n  We take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\n  We rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\n  I cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\n  I'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n  (Talk to 'em)\n  Niggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\n  My bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\n  I don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n  (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  Real pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\n  I'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\n  Past niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\n  Yeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\n  Like I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\n  Bottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\n  All the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\n  I bend your bitch, then tell her\n  \"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\" (Goodbye)\n  Then I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\n  Think you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift (Talk to 'em)\n  Hiders called me from the Feds and said\n  \"I'm glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\n  Oh, oh, oh (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  When we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\n  We done lived it all\n  We the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\n  We came Back to the Future to be the Terminators of the Matrix\n  We the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\n  See, no Mission is Impossible when you this Fast and Furious\n  Niggas Die Hard when we show 'em the Final Destination\n  It's been a pleasure\n  Hitler Wears Hermès 10\n  DJ Drama\n  And like that, we gone\n  B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\n  Gunn, holla at me\n  Legendary, timeless\n  Just make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n  (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n"},{"id":35732007,"name":"Red Death","trackName":"Red Death","artistName":"Westside Gunn • ROBBY TAKAC • Conway The Machine • Benny The Butcher • Rome Streetz • Armani Caesar • Stove God Cooks","albumName":"10","duration":622.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And now we've come to that time\nWhere the legend of Griselda lives forever\nThe Butcher comin' nigga\nAyo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\nY'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\nWe the biggest (Biggest)\nYeah\n\nI don't know nobody this hungry\nI don't know nobody this humble\nI don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan\nI can switch jungles\nI don't know nobody this gangsta\nI don't know nobody this ready\nSnatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\nI don't know nobody this petty\n(Nah)\nThis where I take control of shit\nThis where I get to rap about sticks and\nHow we wrap bricks with petroleum\nClean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\nMy rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\nWest signed me, I was woke again, I'ma tell that story all over again\n(Yeah)\nGet rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\nThey said I'd never switch it up, but\nI'm like three flows in on this verse\nSo what that tell you? That tell me that these\nNiggas do a lot of cheerleadin' (Lot of cheerleadin')\nAnd these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\nAnd the Butcher comin', motherfucker\nNever seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\nI got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\nBut we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\nI put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\nWhen y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\nI think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\nI play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\nI can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\nGiants Monday night football, I'm watchin'\nFrom the box (From the box)\nMe and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\nI'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\nYou make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\nYou makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\nThat's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop\n(Yeah)\nThen make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\nIt's the Butcher, nigga\n\nWhen y'all tell the tale\nMake sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\nA team that was one of one\nThat shifted everything\nThe culture was never the same after they got here\n\nStove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\nWe can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\nTen course, three houses (Skrrt)\nOne house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\nPerrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\nWe had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\nAny doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow\nMy nigga you gotta recount it\nAyo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\nWheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\nMcLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\nOh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n\nUh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\nThe cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White\n(Hahaha)\nIt started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\nNeedles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\nSparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\nVVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\nI've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\nThe trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\nIf you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\nGina Jackson face on a brick stamp\nLeft the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\nI went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\nGet low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\nThey askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\nQuarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\nIt ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\nAll that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\nI rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\n\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\n\nSpeed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\nAll the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\nMake 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\nHe tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\nThey shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\nFast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\nYou know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\nYou dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\nWe so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\nCould leave and come back, they'd still\nBe fucked up in the same place\nLight you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\nLife dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\nChop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\nThen I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\nGhost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\nHe tried to run, we blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet\n(Boom)\nAll I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\nOn the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\nResidue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n(Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\nAll of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\nAll we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\nPop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\nPiss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\n\nY'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\n\nNah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\nY'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\nHe hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\nThrowin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n'Cause this shit'll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)\nGave bitches room, gave bitches doom\nLet me starve, so I made bitches food\nMade a lane and I made bitches move\nKilled niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\nFlow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\nThese hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\nLike they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\nCop keys of that cake, Ma\nStacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\nBig moves when the bricks move\nTouch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\nYoung girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\nEverybody from the block was lookin' to pop it\nI was the monster who\nTook this shit to the top, boy, like I'm Shane or Sully\nThe game is funny\n\nWoah, what's happenin'?\nYeah, okay\n\nI'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\nGold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\nReal Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\nAll gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\nI'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\nAnd when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\nI bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\nCountin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\nJust a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\nSlidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\nThey never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\nI show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\nBangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\nIn the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\n\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh (Uh)\n\nMAC was made in Bangladesh, spray the steps\nOops i made a mess (Brrt)\nThey upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\nThey depressed, they wavin' white flags, I'm still gon' wave this TEC\n(Hahaha)\nWe take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\nWe rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\nI cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\nI'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n(Talk to 'em)\nNiggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\nMy bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\nI don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\nReal pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\nI'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\nPast niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\nYeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\nLike I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\nBottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\nAll the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\nI bend your bitch, then tell her \"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\"\n(Goodbye)\nThen I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\nThink you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift\n(Talk to 'em)\nHiders called me from the Feds and said\n\"I'm glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"\n\nOh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\nOh, oh, oh\n(Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\n(Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n\nWhen we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\nWe done lived it all\nWe the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\nWe came Back to the Future to\nBe the Terminators of the Matrix\nWe the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\nSee, no Mission is Impossible\nWhen you this Fast and Furious\nNiggas Die Hard when\nWe show 'em the Final Destination\nIt's been a pleasure\nHitler Wears Hermès 10\nDJ Drama\nAnd like that, we gone\nB-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\nGunn, holla at me\nLegendary, timeless\nJust make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n(Gangsta Gri-zillz)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.99] And now we've come to that time\n[00:05.99] Where the legend of Griselda lives forever\n[00:07.88] The Butcher comin' nigga\n[00:09.76] Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\n[00:12.91] Y'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\n[00:16.34] We the biggest (Biggest)\n[00:18.65] Yeah\n[00:19.97] I don't know nobody this hungry\n[00:20.80] I don't know nobody this humble\n[00:23.19] I don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan\n[00:25.30] I can switch jungles\n[00:26.69] I don't know nobody this gangsta\n[00:28.46] I don't know nobody this ready\n[00:30.24] Snatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\n[00:31.59] I don't know nobody this petty\n[00:33.09] (Nah)\n[00:33.34] This where I take control of shit\n[00:35.20] This where I get to rap about sticks and\n[00:37.26] How we wrap bricks with petroleum\n[00:38.70] Clean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\n[00:40.58] My rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\n[00:43.90] West signed me, I was woke again, I'ma tell that story all over again\n[00:47.05] (Yeah)\n[00:47.11] Get rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\n[00:50.21] They said I'd never switch it up, but\n[00:51.99] I'm like three flows in on this verse\n[00:53.71] So what that tell you? That tell me that these\n[00:55.53] Niggas do a lot of cheerleadin' (Lot of cheerleadin')\n[00:57.50] And these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\n[01:00.03] And the Butcher comin', motherfucker\n[01:01.75] Never seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\n[01:05.00] I got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\n[01:06.72] But we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\n[01:08.52] I put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\n[01:10.15] When y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\n[01:12.12] I think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\n[01:15.16] I play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\n[01:18.71] I can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\n[01:22.29] Giants Monday night football, I'm watchin'\n[01:24.45] From the box (From the box)\n[01:25.49] Me and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\n[01:27.30] I'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\n[01:30.06] You make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\n[01:32.05] You makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\n[01:35.34] That's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop\n[01:38.85] (Yeah)\n[01:39.55] Then make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\n[01:42.58] It's the Butcher, nigga\n[01:43.95] When y'all tell the tale\n[01:46.82] Make sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\n[01:50.18] A team that was one of one\n[01:54.13] That shifted everything\n[01:57.93] The culture was never the same after they got here\n[02:00.74] Stove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\n[02:04.96] We can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\n[02:08.07] Ten course, three houses (Skrrt)\n[02:09.70] One house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\n[02:13.49] Perrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\n[02:16.43] We had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\n[02:20.03] Any doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow\n[02:23.39] My nigga you gotta recount it\n[02:25.29] Ayo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\n[02:28.01] Wheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\n[02:31.91] McLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\n[02:35.17] Oh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n[02:39.94] Uh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\n[02:42.57] The cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White\n[02:45.93] (Hahaha)\n[02:46.46] It started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\n[02:49.16] Needles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\n[02:51.99] Sparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\n[02:55.17] VVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\n[02:59.87] I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\n[03:01.98] The trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\n[03:05.57] If you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\n[03:08.63] Gina Jackson face on a brick stamp\n[03:11.62] Left the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\n[03:14.06] I went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\n[03:17.55] Get low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\n[03:19.79] They askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\n[03:22.85] Quarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\n[03:26.49] It ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\n[03:30.33] All that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\n[03:33.89] I rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\n[03:36.24] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[03:39.89] Oh, oh, oh\n[03:43.66] Oh, oh, oh\n[03:45.94] Oh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\n[03:51.47] Speed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\n[03:56.28] All the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\n[03:59.95] Make 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\n[04:03.16] He tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\n[04:06.67] They shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\n[04:10.56] Fast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\n[04:14.07] You know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\n[04:17.53] You dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\n[04:20.70] We so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\n[04:24.14] Could leave and come back, they'd still\n[04:26.16] Be fucked up in the same place\n[04:27.75] Light you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\n[04:31.19] Life dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\n[04:34.43] Chop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\n[04:38.13] Then I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\n[04:41.94] Ghost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\n[04:44.21] He tried to run, we blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet\n[04:48.38] (Boom)\n[04:49.78] All I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\n[04:52.43] On the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\n[04:56.03] Residue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n[04:59.13] (Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\n[05:00.91] All of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\n[05:01.59] All we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\n[05:03.62] Pop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\n[05:06.13] Piss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\n[05:10.18] Y'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\n[05:13.95] Nah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\n[05:16.82] Y'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\n[05:18.22] He hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\n[05:19.99] Throwin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n[05:21.70] 'Cause this shit'll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)\n[05:23.70] Gave bitches room, gave bitches doom\n[05:25.63] Let me starve, so I made bitches food\n[05:27.67] Made a lane and I made bitches move\n[05:29.96] Killed niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\n[05:32.29] Flow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\n[05:33.73] These hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\n[05:37.48] Like they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\n[05:39.38] Cop keys of that cake, Ma\n[05:40.96] Stacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\n[05:43.64] Big moves when the bricks move\n[05:45.33] Touch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\n[05:47.85] Young girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\n[05:50.88] Everybody from the block was lookin' to pop it\n[05:53.15] I was the monster who\n[05:54.40] Took this shit to the top, boy, like I'm Shane or Sully\n[05:56.79] The game is funny\n[05:57.94] Woah, what's happenin'?\n[06:05.27] Yeah, okay\n[06:08.71] I'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\n[06:12.27] Gold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\n[06:15.59] Real Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\n[06:19.51] All gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\n[06:22.78] I'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\n[06:26.00] And when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\n[06:29.65] I bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\n[06:33.14] Countin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\n[06:36.65] Just a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\n[06:40.57] Slidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\n[06:43.98] They never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\n[06:47.64] I show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n[06:50.98] 4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n[06:54.48] 2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\n[06:58.08] Bangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\n[07:01.03] In the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\n[07:05.13] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[07:09.68] Oh, oh, oh\n[07:13.36] Oh, oh, oh\n[07:16.82] Oh, oh, oh (Uh)\n[07:26.88] MAC was made in Bangladesh, spray the steps\n[07:29.32] Oops i made a mess (Brrt)\n[07:33.56] They upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\n[07:36.71] They depressed, they wavin' white flags, I'm still gon' wave this TEC\n[07:40.47] (Hahaha)\n[07:40.64] We take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\n[07:43.66] We rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\n[07:47.07] I cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\n[07:50.72] I'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n[07:54.29] (Talk to 'em)\n[07:54.83] Niggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\n[07:57.82] My bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\n[08:01.18] I don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n[08:04.72] (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n[08:06.04] Real pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\n[08:08.34] I'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\n[08:11.94] Past niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\n[08:15.39] Yeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\n[08:18.29] Like I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\n[08:22.39] Bottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\n[08:24.87] All the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\n[08:27.66] I bend your bitch, then tell her \"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\"\n[08:30.83] (Goodbye)\n[08:31.75] Then I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\n[08:34.35] Think you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift\n[08:37.93] (Talk to 'em)\n[08:38.68] Hiders called me from the Feds and said\n[08:40.99] \"I'm glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"\n[08:43.80] Oh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\n[08:49.35] Oh, oh, oh\n[08:51.21] (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\n[08:52.68] Oh, oh, oh\n[08:54.86] Oh, oh, oh\n[08:58.08] (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n[09:02.17] When we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\n[09:05.64] We done lived it all\n[09:07.40] We the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\n[09:13.34] We came Back to the Future to\n[09:16.60] Be the Terminators of the Matrix\n[09:18.32] We the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\n[09:23.13] See, no Mission is Impossible\n[09:25.54] When you this Fast and Furious\n[09:28.14] Niggas Die Hard when\n[09:30.11] We show 'em the Final Destination\n[09:31.97] It's been a pleasure\n[09:37.19] Hitler Wears Hermès 10\n[09:41.56] DJ Drama\n[09:46.10] And like that, we gone\n[09:51.87] B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\n[09:55.16] Gunn, holla at me\n[09:59.48] Legendary, timeless\n[10:04.94] Just make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n[10:07.83] (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n[10:10.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Red Death\n  artist: Westside Gunn • ROBBY TAKAC • Conway The Machine • Benny The Butcher • Rome Streetz • Armani Caesar • Stove God Cooks\n  album: '10'\n  duration_ms: 622000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: And now we've come to that time\n  start_ms: 1990\n  end_ms: 5990\n- text: Where the legend of Griselda lives forever\n  start_ms: 5990\n  end_ms: 7880\n- text: The Butcher comin' nigga\n  start_ms: 7880\n  end_ms: 9760\n- text: Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\n  start_ms: 9760\n  end_ms: 12910\n- text: Y'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\n  start_ms: 12910\n  end_ms: 16340\n- text: We the biggest (Biggest)\n  start_ms: 16340\n  end_ms: 18650\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 18650\n  end_ms: 19970\n- text: I don't know nobody this hungry\n  start_ms: 19970\n  end_ms: 20800\n- text: I don't know nobody this humble\n  start_ms: 20800\n  end_ms: 23190\n- text: I don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan\n  start_ms: 23190\n  end_ms: 25300\n- text: I can switch jungles\n  start_ms: 25300\n  end_ms: 26690\n- text: I don't know nobody this gangsta\n  start_ms: 26690\n  end_ms: 28460\n- text: I don't know nobody this ready\n  start_ms: 28460\n  end_ms: 30240\n- text: Snatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\n  start_ms: 30240\n  end_ms: 31590\n- text: I don't know nobody this petty\n  start_ms: 31590\n  end_ms: 33090\n- text: (Nah)\n  start_ms: 33090\n  end_ms: 33340\n- text: This where I take control of shit\n  start_ms: 33340\n  end_ms: 35200\n- text: This where I get to rap about sticks and\n  start_ms: 35200\n  end_ms: 37260\n- text: How we wrap bricks with petroleum\n  start_ms: 37260\n  end_ms: 38700\n- text: Clean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 38700\n  end_ms: 40580\n- text: My rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\n  start_ms: 40580\n  end_ms: 43900\n- text: West signed me, I was woke again, I'ma tell that story all over again\n  start_ms: 43900\n  end_ms: 47050\n- text: (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 47050\n  end_ms: 47110\n- text: Get rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\n  start_ms: 47110\n  end_ms: 50210\n- text: They said I'd never switch it up, but\n  start_ms: 50210\n  end_ms: 51990\n- text: I'm like three flows in on this verse\n  start_ms: 51990\n  end_ms: 53710\n- text: So what that tell you? That tell me that these\n  start_ms: 53710\n  end_ms: 55530\n- text: Niggas do a lot of cheerleadin' (Lot of cheerleadin')\n  start_ms: 55530\n  end_ms: 57500\n- text: And these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\n  start_ms: 57500\n  end_ms: 60030\n- text: And the Butcher comin', motherfucker\n  start_ms: 60030\n  end_ms: 61750\n- text: Never seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\n  start_ms: 61750\n  end_ms: 65000\n- text: I got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\n  start_ms: 65000\n  end_ms: 66720\n- text: But we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\n  start_ms: 66720\n  end_ms: 68520\n- text: I put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 68520\n  end_ms: 70150\n- text: When y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\n  start_ms: 70150\n  end_ms: 72120\n- text: I think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\n  start_ms: 72120\n  end_ms: 75160\n- text: I play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\n  start_ms: 75160\n  end_ms: 78710\n- text: I can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\n  start_ms: 78710\n  end_ms: 82290\n- text: Giants Monday night football, I'm watchin'\n  start_ms: 82290\n  end_ms: 84450\n- text: From the box (From the box)\n  start_ms: 84450\n  end_ms: 85490\n- text: Me and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\n  start_ms: 85490\n  end_ms: 87300\n- text: I'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\n  start_ms: 87300\n  end_ms: 90060\n- text: You make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 90060\n  end_ms: 92050\n- text: You makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\n  start_ms: 92050\n  end_ms: 95340\n- text: That's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop\n  start_ms: 95340\n  end_ms: 98850\n- text: (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 98850\n  end_ms: 99550\n- text: Then make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\n  start_ms: 99550\n  end_ms: 102580\n- text: It's the Butcher, nigga\n  start_ms: 102580\n  end_ms: 103950\n- text: When y'all tell the tale\n  start_ms: 103950\n  end_ms: 106820\n- text: Make sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\n  start_ms: 106820\n  end_ms: 110180\n- text: A team that was one of one\n  start_ms: 110180\n  end_ms: 114130\n- text: That shifted everything\n  start_ms: 114130\n  end_ms: 117930\n- text: The culture was never the same after they got here\n  start_ms: 117930\n  end_ms: 120740\n- text: Stove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\n  start_ms: 120740\n  end_ms: 124960\n- text: We can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\n  start_ms: 124960\n  end_ms: 128070\n- text: Ten course, three houses (Skrrt)\n  start_ms: 128070\n  end_ms: 129700\n- text: One house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\n  start_ms: 129700\n  end_ms: 133490\n- text: Perrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\n  start_ms: 133490\n  end_ms: 136430\n- text: We had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\n  start_ms: 136430\n  end_ms: 140030\n- text: Any doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow\n  start_ms: 140030\n  end_ms: 143390\n- text: My nigga you gotta recount it\n  start_ms: 143390\n  end_ms: 145290\n- text: Ayo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\n  start_ms: 145290\n  end_ms: 148010\n- text: Wheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\n  start_ms: 148010\n  end_ms: 151910\n- text: McLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\n  start_ms: 151910\n  end_ms: 155170\n- text: Oh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  start_ms: 155170\n  end_ms: 159940\n- text: Uh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\n  start_ms: 159940\n  end_ms: 162570\n- text: The cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White\n  start_ms: 162570\n  end_ms: 165930\n- text: (Hahaha)\n  start_ms: 165930\n  end_ms: 166460\n- text: It started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\n  start_ms: 166460\n  end_ms: 169160\n- text: Needles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\n  start_ms: 169160\n  end_ms: 171990\n- text: Sparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\n  start_ms: 171990\n  end_ms: 175170\n- text: VVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\n  start_ms: 175170\n  end_ms: 179870\n- text: I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\n  start_ms: 179870\n  end_ms: 181980\n- text: The trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\n  start_ms: 181980\n  end_ms: 185570\n- text: If you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\n  start_ms: 185570\n  end_ms: 188630\n- text: Gina Jackson face on a brick stamp\n  start_ms: 188630\n  end_ms: 191620\n- text: Left the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\n  start_ms: 191620\n  end_ms: 194060\n- text: I went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\n  start_ms: 194060\n  end_ms: 197550\n- text: Get low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\n  start_ms: 197550\n  end_ms: 199790\n- text: They askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\n  start_ms: 199790\n  end_ms: 202850\n- text: Quarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\n  start_ms: 202850\n  end_ms: 206490\n- text: It ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\n  start_ms: 206490\n  end_ms: 210330\n- text: All that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\n  start_ms: 210330\n  end_ms: 213890\n- text: I rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\n  start_ms: 213890\n  end_ms: 216240\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 216240\n  end_ms: 219890\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 219890\n  end_ms: 223660\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 223660\n  end_ms: 225940\n- text: Oh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\n  start_ms: 225940\n  end_ms: 231470\n- text: Speed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\n  start_ms: 231470\n  end_ms: 236280\n- text: All the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\n  start_ms: 236280\n  end_ms: 239950\n- text: Make 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\n  start_ms: 239950\n  end_ms: 243160\n- text: He tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\n  start_ms: 243160\n  end_ms: 246670\n- text: They shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\n  start_ms: 246670\n  end_ms: 250560\n- text: Fast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\n  start_ms: 250560\n  end_ms: 254070\n- text: You know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\n  start_ms: 254070\n  end_ms: 257530\n- text: You dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\n  start_ms: 257530\n  end_ms: 260700\n- text: We so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\n  start_ms: 260700\n  end_ms: 264140\n- text: Could leave and come back, they'd still\n  start_ms: 264140\n  end_ms: 266160\n- text: Be fucked up in the same place\n  start_ms: 266160\n  end_ms: 267750\n- text: Light you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\n  start_ms: 267750\n  end_ms: 271190\n- text: Life dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\n  start_ms: 271190\n  end_ms: 274430\n- text: Chop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\n  start_ms: 274430\n  end_ms: 278130\n- text: Then I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\n  start_ms: 278130\n  end_ms: 281940\n- text: Ghost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\n  start_ms: 281940\n  end_ms: 284210\n- text: He tried to run, we blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet\n  start_ms: 284210\n  end_ms: 288380\n- text: (Boom)\n  start_ms: 288380\n  end_ms: 289780\n- text: All I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\n  start_ms: 289780\n  end_ms: 292430\n- text: On the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\n  start_ms: 292430\n  end_ms: 296030\n- text: Residue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n  start_ms: 296030\n  end_ms: 299130\n- text: (Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\n  start_ms: 299130\n  end_ms: 300910\n- text: All of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\n  start_ms: 300910\n  end_ms: 301590\n- text: All we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\n  start_ms: 301590\n  end_ms: 303620\n- text: Pop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\n  start_ms: 303620\n  end_ms: 306130\n- text: Piss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\n  start_ms: 306130\n  end_ms: 310180\n- text: Y'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\n  start_ms: 310180\n  end_ms: 313950\n- text: Nah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\n  start_ms: 313950\n  end_ms: 316820\n- text: Y'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 316820\n  end_ms: 318220\n- text: He hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\n  start_ms: 318220\n  end_ms: 319990\n- text: Throwin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n  start_ms: 319990\n  end_ms: 321700\n- text: '''Cause this shit''ll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)'\n  start_ms: 321700\n  end_ms: 323700\n- text: Gave bitches room, gave bitches doom\n  start_ms: 323700\n  end_ms: 325630\n- text: Let me starve, so I made bitches food\n  start_ms: 325630\n  end_ms: 327670\n- text: Made a lane and I made bitches move\n  start_ms: 327670\n  end_ms: 329960\n- text: Killed niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\n  start_ms: 329960\n  end_ms: 332290\n- text: Flow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\n  start_ms: 332290\n  end_ms: 333730\n- text: These hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\n  start_ms: 333730\n  end_ms: 337480\n- text: Like they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\n  start_ms: 337480\n  end_ms: 339380\n- text: Cop keys of that cake, Ma\n  start_ms: 339380\n  end_ms: 340960\n- text: Stacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\n  start_ms: 340960\n  end_ms: 343640\n- text: Big moves when the bricks move\n  start_ms: 343640\n  end_ms: 345330\n- text: Touch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\n  start_ms: 345330\n  end_ms: 347850\n- text: Young girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\n  start_ms: 347850\n  end_ms: 350880\n- text: Everybody from the block was lookin' to pop it\n  start_ms: 350880\n  end_ms: 353150\n- text: I was the monster who\n  start_ms: 353150\n  end_ms: 354400\n- text: Took this shit to the top, boy, like I'm Shane or Sully\n  start_ms: 354400\n  end_ms: 356790\n- text: The game is funny\n  start_ms: 356790\n  end_ms: 357940\n- text: Woah, what's happenin'?\n  start_ms: 357940\n  end_ms: 365270\n- text: Yeah, okay\n  start_ms: 365270\n  end_ms: 368710\n- text: I'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\n  start_ms: 368710\n  end_ms: 372270\n- text: Gold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\n  start_ms: 372270\n  end_ms: 375590\n- text: Real Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\n  start_ms: 375590\n  end_ms: 379510\n- text: All gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\n  start_ms: 379510\n  end_ms: 382780\n- text: I'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\n  start_ms: 382780\n  end_ms: 386000\n- text: And when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\n  start_ms: 386000\n  end_ms: 389650\n- text: I bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\n  start_ms: 389650\n  end_ms: 393140\n- text: Countin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\n  start_ms: 393140\n  end_ms: 396650\n- text: Just a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\n  start_ms: 396650\n  end_ms: 400570\n- text: Slidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\n  start_ms: 400570\n  end_ms: 403980\n- text: They never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\n  start_ms: 403980\n  end_ms: 407640\n- text: I show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n  start_ms: 407640\n  end_ms: 410980\n- text: 4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n  start_ms: 410980\n  end_ms: 414480\n- text: 2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\n  start_ms: 414480\n  end_ms: 418080\n- text: Bangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\n  start_ms: 418080\n  end_ms: 421030\n- text: In the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\n  start_ms: 421030\n  end_ms: 425130\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 425130\n  end_ms: 429680\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 429680\n  end_ms: 433360\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 433360\n  end_ms: 436820\n- text: Oh, oh, oh (Uh)\n  start_ms: 436820\n  end_ms: 446880\n- text: MAC was made in Bangladesh, spray the steps\n  start_ms: 446880\n  end_ms: 449320\n- text: Oops i made a mess (Brrt)\n  start_ms: 449320\n  end_ms: 453560\n- text: They upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\n  start_ms: 453560\n  end_ms: 456710\n- text: They depressed, they wavin' white flags, I'm still gon' wave this TEC\n  start_ms: 456710\n  end_ms: 460470\n- text: (Hahaha)\n  start_ms: 460470\n  end_ms: 460640\n- text: We take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\n  start_ms: 460640\n  end_ms: 463660\n- text: We rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\n  start_ms: 463660\n  end_ms: 467070\n- text: I cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\n  start_ms: 467070\n  end_ms: 470720\n- text: I'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n  start_ms: 470720\n  end_ms: 474290\n- text: (Talk to 'em)\n  start_ms: 474290\n  end_ms: 474830\n- text: Niggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\n  start_ms: 474830\n  end_ms: 477820\n- text: My bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\n  start_ms: 477820\n  end_ms: 481180\n- text: I don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n  start_ms: 481180\n  end_ms: 484720\n- text: (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  start_ms: 484720\n  end_ms: 486040\n- text: Real pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\n  start_ms: 486040\n  end_ms: 488340\n- text: I'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\n  start_ms: 488340\n  end_ms: 491940\n- text: Past niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\n  start_ms: 491940\n  end_ms: 495390\n- text: Yeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\n  start_ms: 495390\n  end_ms: 498290\n- text: Like I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\n  start_ms: 498290\n  end_ms: 502390\n- text: Bottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 502390\n  end_ms: 504870\n- text: All the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\n  start_ms: 504870\n  end_ms: 507660\n- text: I bend your bitch, then tell her \"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\"\n  start_ms: 507660\n  end_ms: 510830\n- text: (Goodbye)\n  start_ms: 510830\n  end_ms: 511750\n- text: Then I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\n  start_ms: 511750\n  end_ms: 514350\n- text: Think you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift\n  start_ms: 514350\n  end_ms: 517930\n- text: (Talk to 'em)\n  start_ms: 517930\n  end_ms: 518680\n- text: Hiders called me from the Feds and said\n  start_ms: 518680\n  end_ms: 520990\n- text: '\"I''m glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"'\n  start_ms: 520990\n  end_ms: 523800\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\n  start_ms: 523800\n  end_ms: 529350\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 529350\n  end_ms: 531210\n- text: (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\n  start_ms: 531210\n  end_ms: 532680\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 532680\n  end_ms: 534860\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 534860\n  end_ms: 538080\n- text: (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  start_ms: 538080\n  end_ms: 542170\n- text: When we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\n  start_ms: 542170\n  end_ms: 545640\n- text: We done lived it all\n  start_ms: 545640\n  end_ms: 547400\n- text: We the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\n  start_ms: 547400\n  end_ms: 553340\n- text: We came Back to the Future to\n  start_ms: 553340\n  end_ms: 556600\n- text: Be the Terminators of the Matrix\n  start_ms: 556600\n  end_ms: 558320\n- text: We the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\n  start_ms: 558320\n  end_ms: 563130\n- text: See, no Mission is Impossible\n  start_ms: 563130\n  end_ms: 565540\n- text: When you this Fast and Furious\n  start_ms: 565540\n  end_ms: 568140\n- text: Niggas Die Hard when\n  start_ms: 568140\n  end_ms: 570110\n- text: We show 'em the Final Destination\n  start_ms: 570110\n  end_ms: 571970\n- text: It's been a pleasure\n  start_ms: 571970\n  end_ms: 577190\n- text: Hitler Wears Hermès 10\n  start_ms: 577190\n  end_ms: 581560\n- text: DJ Drama\n  start_ms: 581560\n  end_ms: 586100\n- text: And like that, we gone\n  start_ms: 586100\n  end_ms: 591870\n- text: B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\n  start_ms: 591870\n  end_ms: 595160\n- text: Gunn, holla at me\n  start_ms: 595160\n  end_ms: 599480\n- text: Legendary, timeless\n  start_ms: 599480\n  end_ms: 604940\n- text: Just make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n  start_ms: 604940\n  end_ms: 607830\n- text: (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  start_ms: 607830\n  end_ms: 610620\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 610620\nplain: |-\n  And now we've come to that time\n  Where the legend of Griselda lives forever\n  The Butcher comin' nigga\n  Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\n  Y'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\n  We the biggest (Biggest)\n  Yeah\n\n  I don't know nobody this hungry\n  I don't know nobody this humble\n  I don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan\n  I can switch jungles\n  I don't know nobody this gangsta\n  I don't know nobody this ready\n  Snatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\n  I don't know nobody this petty\n  (Nah)\n  This where I take control of shit\n  This where I get to rap about sticks and\n  How we wrap bricks with petroleum\n  Clean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\n  My rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\n  West signed me, I was woke again, I'ma tell that story all over again\n  (Yeah)\n  Get rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\n  They said I'd never switch it up, but\n  I'm like three flows in on this verse\n  So what that tell you? That tell me that these\n  Niggas do a lot of cheerleadin' (Lot of cheerleadin')\n  And these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\n  And the Butcher comin', motherfucker\n  Never seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\n  I got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\n  But we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\n  I put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\n  When y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\n  I think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\n  I play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\n  I can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\n  Giants Monday night football, I'm watchin'\n  From the box (From the box)\n  Me and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\n  I'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\n  You make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\n  You makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\n  That's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop\n  (Yeah)\n  Then make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\n  It's the Butcher, nigga\n\n  When y'all tell the tale\n  Make sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\n  A team that was one of one\n  That shifted everything\n  The culture was never the same after they got here\n\n  Stove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\n  We can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\n  Ten course, three houses (Skrrt)\n  One house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\n  Perrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\n  We had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\n  Any doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow\n  My nigga you gotta recount it\n  Ayo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\n  Wheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\n  McLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\n  Oh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n\n  Uh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\n  The cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White\n  (Hahaha)\n  It started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\n  Needles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\n  Sparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\n  VVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\n  I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\n  The trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\n  If you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\n  Gina Jackson face on a brick stamp\n  Left the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\n  I went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\n  Get low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\n  They askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\n  Quarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\n  It ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\n  All that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\n  I rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\n\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\n\n  Speed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\n  All the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\n  Make 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\n  He tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\n  They shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\n  Fast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\n  You know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\n  You dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\n  We so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\n  Could leave and come back, they'd still\n  Be fucked up in the same place\n  Light you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\n  Life dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\n  Chop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\n  Then I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\n  Ghost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\n  He tried to run, we blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet\n  (Boom)\n  All I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\n  On the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\n  Residue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n  (Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\n  All of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\n  All we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\n  Pop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\n  Piss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\n\n  Y'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\n\n  Nah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\n  Y'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\n  He hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\n  Throwin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n  'Cause this shit'll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)\n  Gave bitches room, gave bitches doom\n  Let me starve, so I made bitches food\n  Made a lane and I made bitches move\n  Killed niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\n  Flow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\n  These hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\n  Like they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\n  Cop keys of that cake, Ma\n  Stacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\n  Big moves when the bricks move\n  Touch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\n  Young girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\n  Everybody from the block was lookin' to pop it\n  I was the monster who\n  Took this shit to the top, boy, like I'm Shane or Sully\n  The game is funny\n\n  Woah, what's happenin'?\n  Yeah, okay\n\n  I'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\n  Gold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\n  Real Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\n  All gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\n  I'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\n  And when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\n  I bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\n  Countin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\n  Just a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\n  Slidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\n  They never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\n  I show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n  4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n  2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\n  Bangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\n  In the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\n\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh (Uh)\n\n  MAC was made in Bangladesh, spray the steps\n  Oops i made a mess (Brrt)\n  They upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\n  They depressed, they wavin' white flags, I'm still gon' wave this TEC\n  (Hahaha)\n  We take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\n  We rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\n  I cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\n  I'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n  (Talk to 'em)\n  Niggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\n  My bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\n  I don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n  (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  Real pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\n  I'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\n  Past niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\n  Yeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\n  Like I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\n  Bottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\n  All the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\n  I bend your bitch, then tell her \"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\"\n  (Goodbye)\n  Then I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\n  Think you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift\n  (Talk to 'em)\n  Hiders called me from the Feds and said\n  \"I'm glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"\n\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n\n  When we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\n  We done lived it all\n  We the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\n  We came Back to the Future to\n  Be the Terminators of the Matrix\n  We the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\n  See, no Mission is Impossible\n  When you this Fast and Furious\n  Niggas Die Hard when\n  We show 'em the Final Destination\n  It's been a pleasure\n  Hitler Wears Hermès 10\n  DJ Drama\n  And like that, we gone\n  B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\n  Gunn, holla at me\n  Legendary, timeless\n  Just make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n  (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n"},{"id":11140157,"name":"Red Death","trackName":"Red Death","artistName":"Westside Gunn feat. Benny the Butcher, Stove God Cooks, Rome Streetz, Armani Caesar, Jay Worthy, Conway, & Robby Takac","albumName":"10","duration":623.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And now we've come to that time\nWhere the legend of Griselda lives forever\nThe Butcher comin' nigga\nAyo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\nY'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\nWe the biggest (Biggest)\nYeah\nI don't know nobody this hungry, I don't know nobody this humble\nI don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan, I can switch jungles\nI don't know nobody this gangsta, I don't know nobody this ready\nSnatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\nI don't know nobody this petty (Nah)\nThis where I take control of shit\nThis where I get to rap about sticks\nAnd how we wrap bricks with petroleum\nClean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\nMy rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\nWest signed me, I was woke again\nI'ma tell that story all over again (Yeah)\nGet rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\nThey said I'd never switch it up\nBut I'm like three flows in on this verse\nSo what that tell you?\nThat tell me that these niggas do a lot of cheerleadin'\n(Lot of cheerleadin')\nAnd these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\nAnd the Butcher comin', motherfucker\nNever seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\nI got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\nBut we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\nI put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\nWhen y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\nI think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\nI play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\nI can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\nGiants Monday night football, I'm watchin' from the box (From the box)\nMe and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\nI'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\nYou make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\nYou makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\nThat's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop (Yeah)\nThen make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\nIt's the Butcher, nigga\nWhen y'all tell the tale\nMake sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\nA team that was one of one\nThat shifted everything\nThe culture was never the same after they got here\nStove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\nWe can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\nTen course, three houses (Skrrt)\nOne house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\nPerrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\nWe had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\nAny doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow, my nigga\nYou gotta recount it\nAyo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\nWheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\nMcLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\nOh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\nUh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\nThe cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White (Hahaha)\nIt started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\nNeedles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\nSparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\nVVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\nI've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\nThe trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\nIf you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\nGina Jackson face on a brick stamp\nLeft the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\nI went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\nGet low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\nThey askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\nQuarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\nIt ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\nAll that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\nI rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\nSpeed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\nAll the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\nMake 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\nHe tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\nThey shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\nFast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\nYou know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\nYou dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\nWe so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\nCould leave and come back, they'd still be fucked up in the same place\nLight you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\nLife dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\nChop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\nThen I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\nGhost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\nHe tried to run\nWe blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet (Boom)\nAll I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\nOn the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\nResidue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n(Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\nAll of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\nAll we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\nPop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\nPiss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\nY'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\nNah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\nY'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\nHe hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\nThrowin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n'Cause this shit'll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)\nGave bitches room, gave bitches doom\nLet me starve, so I made bitches food\nMade a lane and I made bitches move\nKilled niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\nFlow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\nThese hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\nLike they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\nCop keys of that cake, Ma\nStacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\nBig moves when the bricks move\nTouch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\nYoung girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\nEverybody from the block was lookin' to pop it, I was the monster who\nTook this shit to the top, boy\nLike I'm Shane or Sully, the game is funny\nWoah, what's happenin'?\nYeah, okay\nI'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\nGold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\nReal Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\nAll gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\nI'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\nAnd when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\nI bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\nCountin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\nJust a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\nSlidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\nThey never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\nI show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\nBangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\nIn the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh (Uh)\nMAC was made in Bangladesh\nSpray the steps, oops, I made a mess (Brrt)\nThey upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\nThey depressed, they wavin' white flags\nI'm still gon' wave this TEC (Hahaha)\nWe take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\nWe rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\nI cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\nI'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n(Talk to 'em)\nNiggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\nMy bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\nI don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\nReal pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\nI'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\nPast niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\nYeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\nLike I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\nBottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\nAll the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\nI bend your bitch, then tell her\n\"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\" (Goodbye)\nThen I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\nThink you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift (Talk to 'em)\nHiders called me from the Feds and said\n\"I'm glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"\nOh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\nOh, oh, oh (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\n(Gangsta Gri-zillz)\nWhen we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\nWe done lived it all\nWe the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\nWe came Back to the Future to be the Terminators of the Matrix\nWe the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\nSee, no Mission is Impossible when you this Fast and Furious\nNiggas Die Hard when we show 'em the Final Destination\nIt's been a pleasure\nHitler Wears Hermès 10\nDJ Drama\nAnd like that, we gone\nB-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\nGunn, holla at me\nLegendary, timeless\nJust make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n(Gangsta Gri-zillz)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.99] And now we've come to that time\n[00:05.99] Where the legend of Griselda lives forever\n[00:07.88] The Butcher comin' nigga\n[00:09.76] Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\n[00:12.91] Y'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\n[00:16.34] We the biggest (Biggest)\n[00:18.65] Yeah\n[00:19.97] I don't know nobody this hungry\n[00:20.80] I don't know nobody this humble\n[00:23.19] I don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan\n[00:25.30] I can switch jungles\n[00:26.69] I don't know nobody this gangsta\n[00:28.46] I don't know nobody this ready\n[00:30.24] Snatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\n[00:31.59] I don't know nobody this petty\n[00:33.09] (Nah)\n[00:33.34] This where I take control of shit\n[00:35.20] This where I get to rap about sticks and\n[00:37.26] How we wrap bricks with petroleum\n[00:38.70] Clean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\n[00:40.58] My rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\n[00:43.90] West signed me, I was woke again, I'ma tell that story all over again\n[00:47.05] (Yeah)\n[00:47.11] Get rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\n[00:50.21] They said I'd never switch it up, but\n[00:51.99] I'm like three flows in on this verse\n[00:53.71] So what that tell you? That tell me that these\n[00:55.53] Niggas do a lot of cheerleadin' (Lot of cheerleadin')\n[00:57.50] And these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\n[01:00.03] And the Butcher comin', motherfucker\n[01:01.75] Never seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\n[01:05.00] I got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\n[01:06.72] But we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\n[01:08.52] I put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\n[01:10.15] When y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\n[01:12.12] I think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\n[01:15.16] I play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\n[01:18.71] I can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\n[01:22.29] Giants Monday night football, I'm watchin'\n[01:24.45] From the box (From the box)\n[01:25.49] Me and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\n[01:27.30] I'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\n[01:30.06] You make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\n[01:32.05] You makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\n[01:35.34] That's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop\n[01:38.85] (Yeah)\n[01:39.55] Then make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\n[01:42.58] It's the Butcher, nigga\n[01:43.95] When y'all tell the tale\n[01:46.82] Make sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\n[01:50.18] A team that was one of one\n[01:54.13] That shifted everything\n[01:57.93] The culture was never the same after they got here\n[02:00.74] Stove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\n[02:04.96] We can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\n[02:08.07] Ten course, three houses (Skrrt)\n[02:09.70] One house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\n[02:13.49] Perrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\n[02:16.43] We had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\n[02:20.03] Any doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow\n[02:23.39] My nigga you gotta recount it\n[02:25.29] Ayo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\n[02:28.01] Wheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\n[02:31.91] McLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\n[02:35.17] Oh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n[02:39.94] Uh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\n[02:42.57] The cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White\n[02:45.93] (Hahaha)\n[02:46.46] It started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\n[02:49.16] Needles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\n[02:51.99] Sparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\n[02:55.17] VVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\n[02:59.87] I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\n[03:01.98] The trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\n[03:05.57] If you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\n[03:08.63] Gina Jackson face on a brick stamp\n[03:11.62] Left the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\n[03:14.06] I went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\n[03:17.55] Get low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\n[03:19.79] They askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\n[03:22.85] Quarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\n[03:26.49] It ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\n[03:30.33] All that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\n[03:33.89] I rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\n[03:36.24] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[03:39.89] Oh, oh, oh\n[03:43.66] Oh, oh, oh\n[03:45.94] Oh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\n[03:51.47] Speed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\n[03:56.28] All the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\n[03:59.95] Make 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\n[04:03.16] He tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\n[04:06.67] They shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\n[04:10.56] Fast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\n[04:14.07] You know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\n[04:17.53] You dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\n[04:20.70] We so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\n[04:24.14] Could leave and come back, they'd still\n[04:26.16] Be fucked up in the same place\n[04:27.75] Light you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\n[04:31.19] Life dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\n[04:34.43] Chop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\n[04:38.13] Then I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\n[04:41.94] Ghost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\n[04:44.21] He tried to run, we blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet\n[04:48.38] (Boom)\n[04:49.78] All I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\n[04:52.43] On the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\n[04:56.03] Residue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n[04:59.13] (Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\n[05:00.91] All of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\n[05:01.59] All we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\n[05:03.62] Pop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\n[05:06.13] Piss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\n[05:10.18] Y'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\n[05:13.95] Nah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\n[05:16.82] Y'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\n[05:18.22] He hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\n[05:19.99] Throwin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n[05:21.70] 'Cause this shit'll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)\n[05:23.70] Gave bitches room, gave bitches doom\n[05:25.63] Let me starve, so I made bitches food\n[05:27.67] Made a lane and I made bitches move\n[05:29.96] Killed niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\n[05:32.29] Flow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\n[05:33.73] These hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\n[05:37.48] Like they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\n[05:39.38] Cop keys of that cake, Ma\n[05:40.96] Stacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\n[05:43.64] Big moves when the bricks move\n[05:45.33] Touch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\n[05:47.85] Young girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\n[05:50.88] Everybody from the block was lookin' to pop it\n[05:53.15] I was the monster who\n[05:54.40] Took this shit to the top, boy, like I'm Shane or Sully\n[05:56.79] The game is funny\n[05:57.94] Woah, what's happenin'?\n[06:05.27] Yeah, okay\n[06:08.71] I'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\n[06:12.27] Gold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\n[06:15.59] Real Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\n[06:19.51] All gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\n[06:22.78] I'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\n[06:26.00] And when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\n[06:29.65] I bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\n[06:33.14] Countin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\n[06:36.65] Just a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\n[06:40.57] Slidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\n[06:43.98] They never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\n[06:47.64] I show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n[06:50.98] 4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n[06:54.48] 2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\n[06:58.08] Bangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\n[07:01.03] In the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\n[07:05.13] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[07:09.68] Oh, oh, oh\n[07:13.36] Oh, oh, oh\n[07:16.82] Oh, oh, oh (Uh)\n[07:26.88] MAC was made in Bangladesh, spray the steps\n[07:29.32] Oops i made a mess (Brrt)\n[07:33.56] They upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\n[07:36.71] They depressed, they wavin' white flags, I'm still gon' wave this TEC\n[07:40.47] (Hahaha)\n[07:40.64] We take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\n[07:43.66] We rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\n[07:47.07] I cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\n[07:50.72] I'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n[07:54.29] (Talk to 'em)\n[07:54.83] Niggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\n[07:57.82] My bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\n[08:01.18] I don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n[08:04.72] (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n[08:06.04] Real pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\n[08:08.34] I'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\n[08:11.94] Past niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\n[08:15.39] Yeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\n[08:18.29] Like I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\n[08:22.39] Bottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\n[08:24.87] All the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\n[08:27.66] I bend your bitch, then tell her \"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\"\n[08:30.83] (Goodbye)\n[08:31.75] Then I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\n[08:34.35] Think you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift\n[08:37.93] (Talk to 'em)\n[08:38.68] Hiders called me from the Feds and said\n[08:40.99] \"I'm glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"\n[08:43.80] Oh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\n[08:49.35] Oh, oh, oh\n[08:51.21] (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\n[08:52.68] Oh, oh, oh\n[08:54.86] Oh, oh, oh\n[08:58.08] (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n[09:02.17] When we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\n[09:05.64] We done lived it all\n[09:07.40] We the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\n[09:13.34] We came Back to the Future to\n[09:16.60] Be the Terminators of the Matrix\n[09:18.32] We the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\n[09:23.13] See, no Mission is Impossible\n[09:25.54] When you this Fast and Furious\n[09:28.14] Niggas Die Hard when\n[09:30.11] We show 'em the Final Destination\n[09:31.97] It's been a pleasure\n[09:37.19] Hitler Wears Hermès 10\n[09:41.56] DJ Drama\n[09:46.10] And like that, we gone\n[09:51.87] B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\n[09:55.16] Gunn, holla at me\n[09:59.48] Legendary, timeless\n[10:04.94] Just make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n[10:07.83] (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n[10:10.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Red Death\n  artist: Westside Gunn feat. Benny the Butcher, Stove God Cooks, Rome Streetz, Armani Caesar, Jay Worthy, Conway, & Robby Takac\n  album: '10'\n  duration_ms: 623000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: And now we've come to that time\n  start_ms: 1990\n  end_ms: 5990\n- text: Where the legend of Griselda lives forever\n  start_ms: 5990\n  end_ms: 7880\n- text: The Butcher comin' nigga\n  start_ms: 7880\n  end_ms: 9760\n- text: Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\n  start_ms: 9760\n  end_ms: 12910\n- text: Y'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\n  start_ms: 12910\n  end_ms: 16340\n- text: We the biggest (Biggest)\n  start_ms: 16340\n  end_ms: 18650\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 18650\n  end_ms: 19970\n- text: I don't know nobody this hungry\n  start_ms: 19970\n  end_ms: 20800\n- text: I don't know nobody this humble\n  start_ms: 20800\n  end_ms: 23190\n- text: I don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan\n  start_ms: 23190\n  end_ms: 25300\n- text: I can switch jungles\n  start_ms: 25300\n  end_ms: 26690\n- text: I don't know nobody this gangsta\n  start_ms: 26690\n  end_ms: 28460\n- text: I don't know nobody this ready\n  start_ms: 28460\n  end_ms: 30240\n- text: Snatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\n  start_ms: 30240\n  end_ms: 31590\n- text: I don't know nobody this petty\n  start_ms: 31590\n  end_ms: 33090\n- text: (Nah)\n  start_ms: 33090\n  end_ms: 33340\n- text: This where I take control of shit\n  start_ms: 33340\n  end_ms: 35200\n- text: This where I get to rap about sticks and\n  start_ms: 35200\n  end_ms: 37260\n- text: How we wrap bricks with petroleum\n  start_ms: 37260\n  end_ms: 38700\n- text: Clean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 38700\n  end_ms: 40580\n- text: My rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\n  start_ms: 40580\n  end_ms: 43900\n- text: West signed me, I was woke again, I'ma tell that story all over again\n  start_ms: 43900\n  end_ms: 47050\n- text: (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 47050\n  end_ms: 47110\n- text: Get rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\n  start_ms: 47110\n  end_ms: 50210\n- text: They said I'd never switch it up, but\n  start_ms: 50210\n  end_ms: 51990\n- text: I'm like three flows in on this verse\n  start_ms: 51990\n  end_ms: 53710\n- text: So what that tell you? That tell me that these\n  start_ms: 53710\n  end_ms: 55530\n- text: Niggas do a lot of cheerleadin' (Lot of cheerleadin')\n  start_ms: 55530\n  end_ms: 57500\n- text: And these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\n  start_ms: 57500\n  end_ms: 60030\n- text: And the Butcher comin', motherfucker\n  start_ms: 60030\n  end_ms: 61750\n- text: Never seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\n  start_ms: 61750\n  end_ms: 65000\n- text: I got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\n  start_ms: 65000\n  end_ms: 66720\n- text: But we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\n  start_ms: 66720\n  end_ms: 68520\n- text: I put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 68520\n  end_ms: 70150\n- text: When y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\n  start_ms: 70150\n  end_ms: 72120\n- text: I think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\n  start_ms: 72120\n  end_ms: 75160\n- text: I play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\n  start_ms: 75160\n  end_ms: 78710\n- text: I can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\n  start_ms: 78710\n  end_ms: 82290\n- text: Giants Monday night football, I'm watchin'\n  start_ms: 82290\n  end_ms: 84450\n- text: From the box (From the box)\n  start_ms: 84450\n  end_ms: 85490\n- text: Me and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\n  start_ms: 85490\n  end_ms: 87300\n- text: I'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\n  start_ms: 87300\n  end_ms: 90060\n- text: You make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 90060\n  end_ms: 92050\n- text: You makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\n  start_ms: 92050\n  end_ms: 95340\n- text: That's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop\n  start_ms: 95340\n  end_ms: 98850\n- text: (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 98850\n  end_ms: 99550\n- text: Then make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\n  start_ms: 99550\n  end_ms: 102580\n- text: It's the Butcher, nigga\n  start_ms: 102580\n  end_ms: 103950\n- text: When y'all tell the tale\n  start_ms: 103950\n  end_ms: 106820\n- text: Make sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\n  start_ms: 106820\n  end_ms: 110180\n- text: A team that was one of one\n  start_ms: 110180\n  end_ms: 114130\n- text: That shifted everything\n  start_ms: 114130\n  end_ms: 117930\n- text: The culture was never the same after they got here\n  start_ms: 117930\n  end_ms: 120740\n- text: Stove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\n  start_ms: 120740\n  end_ms: 124960\n- text: We can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\n  start_ms: 124960\n  end_ms: 128070\n- text: Ten course, three houses (Skrrt)\n  start_ms: 128070\n  end_ms: 129700\n- text: One house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\n  start_ms: 129700\n  end_ms: 133490\n- text: Perrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\n  start_ms: 133490\n  end_ms: 136430\n- text: We had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\n  start_ms: 136430\n  end_ms: 140030\n- text: Any doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow\n  start_ms: 140030\n  end_ms: 143390\n- text: My nigga you gotta recount it\n  start_ms: 143390\n  end_ms: 145290\n- text: Ayo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\n  start_ms: 145290\n  end_ms: 148010\n- text: Wheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\n  start_ms: 148010\n  end_ms: 151910\n- text: McLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\n  start_ms: 151910\n  end_ms: 155170\n- text: Oh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  start_ms: 155170\n  end_ms: 159940\n- text: Uh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\n  start_ms: 159940\n  end_ms: 162570\n- text: The cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White\n  start_ms: 162570\n  end_ms: 165930\n- text: (Hahaha)\n  start_ms: 165930\n  end_ms: 166460\n- text: It started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\n  start_ms: 166460\n  end_ms: 169160\n- text: Needles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\n  start_ms: 169160\n  end_ms: 171990\n- text: Sparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\n  start_ms: 171990\n  end_ms: 175170\n- text: VVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\n  start_ms: 175170\n  end_ms: 179870\n- text: I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\n  start_ms: 179870\n  end_ms: 181980\n- text: The trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\n  start_ms: 181980\n  end_ms: 185570\n- text: If you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\n  start_ms: 185570\n  end_ms: 188630\n- text: Gina Jackson face on a brick stamp\n  start_ms: 188630\n  end_ms: 191620\n- text: Left the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\n  start_ms: 191620\n  end_ms: 194060\n- text: I went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\n  start_ms: 194060\n  end_ms: 197550\n- text: Get low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\n  start_ms: 197550\n  end_ms: 199790\n- text: They askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\n  start_ms: 199790\n  end_ms: 202850\n- text: Quarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\n  start_ms: 202850\n  end_ms: 206490\n- text: It ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\n  start_ms: 206490\n  end_ms: 210330\n- text: All that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\n  start_ms: 210330\n  end_ms: 213890\n- text: I rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\n  start_ms: 213890\n  end_ms: 216240\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 216240\n  end_ms: 219890\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 219890\n  end_ms: 223660\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 223660\n  end_ms: 225940\n- text: Oh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\n  start_ms: 225940\n  end_ms: 231470\n- text: Speed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\n  start_ms: 231470\n  end_ms: 236280\n- text: All the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\n  start_ms: 236280\n  end_ms: 239950\n- text: Make 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\n  start_ms: 239950\n  end_ms: 243160\n- text: He tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\n  start_ms: 243160\n  end_ms: 246670\n- text: They shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\n  start_ms: 246670\n  end_ms: 250560\n- text: Fast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\n  start_ms: 250560\n  end_ms: 254070\n- text: You know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\n  start_ms: 254070\n  end_ms: 257530\n- text: You dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\n  start_ms: 257530\n  end_ms: 260700\n- text: We so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\n  start_ms: 260700\n  end_ms: 264140\n- text: Could leave and come back, they'd still\n  start_ms: 264140\n  end_ms: 266160\n- text: Be fucked up in the same place\n  start_ms: 266160\n  end_ms: 267750\n- text: Light you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\n  start_ms: 267750\n  end_ms: 271190\n- text: Life dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\n  start_ms: 271190\n  end_ms: 274430\n- text: Chop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\n  start_ms: 274430\n  end_ms: 278130\n- text: Then I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\n  start_ms: 278130\n  end_ms: 281940\n- text: Ghost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\n  start_ms: 281940\n  end_ms: 284210\n- text: He tried to run, we blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet\n  start_ms: 284210\n  end_ms: 288380\n- text: (Boom)\n  start_ms: 288380\n  end_ms: 289780\n- text: All I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\n  start_ms: 289780\n  end_ms: 292430\n- text: On the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\n  start_ms: 292430\n  end_ms: 296030\n- text: Residue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n  start_ms: 296030\n  end_ms: 299130\n- text: (Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\n  start_ms: 299130\n  end_ms: 300910\n- text: All of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\n  start_ms: 300910\n  end_ms: 301590\n- text: All we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\n  start_ms: 301590\n  end_ms: 303620\n- text: Pop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\n  start_ms: 303620\n  end_ms: 306130\n- text: Piss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\n  start_ms: 306130\n  end_ms: 310180\n- text: Y'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\n  start_ms: 310180\n  end_ms: 313950\n- text: Nah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\n  start_ms: 313950\n  end_ms: 316820\n- text: Y'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 316820\n  end_ms: 318220\n- text: He hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\n  start_ms: 318220\n  end_ms: 319990\n- text: Throwin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n  start_ms: 319990\n  end_ms: 321700\n- text: '''Cause this shit''ll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)'\n  start_ms: 321700\n  end_ms: 323700\n- text: Gave bitches room, gave bitches doom\n  start_ms: 323700\n  end_ms: 325630\n- text: Let me starve, so I made bitches food\n  start_ms: 325630\n  end_ms: 327670\n- text: Made a lane and I made bitches move\n  start_ms: 327670\n  end_ms: 329960\n- text: Killed niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\n  start_ms: 329960\n  end_ms: 332290\n- text: Flow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\n  start_ms: 332290\n  end_ms: 333730\n- text: These hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\n  start_ms: 333730\n  end_ms: 337480\n- text: Like they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\n  start_ms: 337480\n  end_ms: 339380\n- text: Cop keys of that cake, Ma\n  start_ms: 339380\n  end_ms: 340960\n- text: Stacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\n  start_ms: 340960\n  end_ms: 343640\n- text: Big moves when the bricks move\n  start_ms: 343640\n  end_ms: 345330\n- text: Touch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\n  start_ms: 345330\n  end_ms: 347850\n- text: Young girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\n  start_ms: 347850\n  end_ms: 350880\n- text: Everybody from the block was lookin' to pop it\n  start_ms: 350880\n  end_ms: 353150\n- text: I was the monster who\n  start_ms: 353150\n  end_ms: 354400\n- text: Took this shit to the top, boy, like I'm Shane or Sully\n  start_ms: 354400\n  end_ms: 356790\n- text: The game is funny\n  start_ms: 356790\n  end_ms: 357940\n- text: Woah, what's happenin'?\n  start_ms: 357940\n  end_ms: 365270\n- text: Yeah, okay\n  start_ms: 365270\n  end_ms: 368710\n- text: I'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\n  start_ms: 368710\n  end_ms: 372270\n- text: Gold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\n  start_ms: 372270\n  end_ms: 375590\n- text: Real Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\n  start_ms: 375590\n  end_ms: 379510\n- text: All gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\n  start_ms: 379510\n  end_ms: 382780\n- text: I'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\n  start_ms: 382780\n  end_ms: 386000\n- text: And when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\n  start_ms: 386000\n  end_ms: 389650\n- text: I bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\n  start_ms: 389650\n  end_ms: 393140\n- text: Countin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\n  start_ms: 393140\n  end_ms: 396650\n- text: Just a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\n  start_ms: 396650\n  end_ms: 400570\n- text: Slidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\n  start_ms: 400570\n  end_ms: 403980\n- text: They never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\n  start_ms: 403980\n  end_ms: 407640\n- text: I show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n  start_ms: 407640\n  end_ms: 410980\n- text: 4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n  start_ms: 410980\n  end_ms: 414480\n- text: 2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\n  start_ms: 414480\n  end_ms: 418080\n- text: Bangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\n  start_ms: 418080\n  end_ms: 421030\n- text: In the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\n  start_ms: 421030\n  end_ms: 425130\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 425130\n  end_ms: 429680\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 429680\n  end_ms: 433360\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 433360\n  end_ms: 436820\n- text: Oh, oh, oh (Uh)\n  start_ms: 436820\n  end_ms: 446880\n- text: MAC was made in Bangladesh, spray the steps\n  start_ms: 446880\n  end_ms: 449320\n- text: Oops i made a mess (Brrt)\n  start_ms: 449320\n  end_ms: 453560\n- text: They upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\n  start_ms: 453560\n  end_ms: 456710\n- text: They depressed, they wavin' white flags, I'm still gon' wave this TEC\n  start_ms: 456710\n  end_ms: 460470\n- text: (Hahaha)\n  start_ms: 460470\n  end_ms: 460640\n- text: We take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\n  start_ms: 460640\n  end_ms: 463660\n- text: We rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\n  start_ms: 463660\n  end_ms: 467070\n- text: I cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\n  start_ms: 467070\n  end_ms: 470720\n- text: I'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n  start_ms: 470720\n  end_ms: 474290\n- text: (Talk to 'em)\n  start_ms: 474290\n  end_ms: 474830\n- text: Niggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\n  start_ms: 474830\n  end_ms: 477820\n- text: My bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\n  start_ms: 477820\n  end_ms: 481180\n- text: I don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n  start_ms: 481180\n  end_ms: 484720\n- text: (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  start_ms: 484720\n  end_ms: 486040\n- text: Real pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\n  start_ms: 486040\n  end_ms: 488340\n- text: I'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\n  start_ms: 488340\n  end_ms: 491940\n- text: Past niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\n  start_ms: 491940\n  end_ms: 495390\n- text: Yeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\n  start_ms: 495390\n  end_ms: 498290\n- text: Like I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\n  start_ms: 498290\n  end_ms: 502390\n- text: Bottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 502390\n  end_ms: 504870\n- text: All the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\n  start_ms: 504870\n  end_ms: 507660\n- text: I bend your bitch, then tell her \"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\"\n  start_ms: 507660\n  end_ms: 510830\n- text: (Goodbye)\n  start_ms: 510830\n  end_ms: 511750\n- text: Then I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\n  start_ms: 511750\n  end_ms: 514350\n- text: Think you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift\n  start_ms: 514350\n  end_ms: 517930\n- text: (Talk to 'em)\n  start_ms: 517930\n  end_ms: 518680\n- text: Hiders called me from the Feds and said\n  start_ms: 518680\n  end_ms: 520990\n- text: '\"I''m glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"'\n  start_ms: 520990\n  end_ms: 523800\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\n  start_ms: 523800\n  end_ms: 529350\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 529350\n  end_ms: 531210\n- text: (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\n  start_ms: 531210\n  end_ms: 532680\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 532680\n  end_ms: 534860\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 534860\n  end_ms: 538080\n- text: (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  start_ms: 538080\n  end_ms: 542170\n- text: When we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\n  start_ms: 542170\n  end_ms: 545640\n- text: We done lived it all\n  start_ms: 545640\n  end_ms: 547400\n- text: We the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\n  start_ms: 547400\n  end_ms: 553340\n- text: We came Back to the Future to\n  start_ms: 553340\n  end_ms: 556600\n- text: Be the Terminators of the Matrix\n  start_ms: 556600\n  end_ms: 558320\n- text: We the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\n  start_ms: 558320\n  end_ms: 563130\n- text: See, no Mission is Impossible\n  start_ms: 563130\n  end_ms: 565540\n- text: When you this Fast and Furious\n  start_ms: 565540\n  end_ms: 568140\n- text: Niggas Die Hard when\n  start_ms: 568140\n  end_ms: 570110\n- text: We show 'em the Final Destination\n  start_ms: 570110\n  end_ms: 571970\n- text: It's been a pleasure\n  start_ms: 571970\n  end_ms: 577190\n- text: Hitler Wears Hermès 10\n  start_ms: 577190\n  end_ms: 581560\n- text: DJ Drama\n  start_ms: 581560\n  end_ms: 586100\n- text: And like that, we gone\n  start_ms: 586100\n  end_ms: 591870\n- text: B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\n  start_ms: 591870\n  end_ms: 595160\n- text: Gunn, holla at me\n  start_ms: 595160\n  end_ms: 599480\n- text: Legendary, timeless\n  start_ms: 599480\n  end_ms: 604940\n- text: Just make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n  start_ms: 604940\n  end_ms: 607830\n- text: (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  start_ms: 607830\n  end_ms: 610620\nplain: |-\n  And now we've come to that time\n  Where the legend of Griselda lives forever\n  The Butcher comin' nigga\n  Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\n  Y'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\n  We the biggest (Biggest)\n  Yeah\n  I don't know nobody this hungry, I don't know nobody this humble\n  I don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan, I can switch jungles\n  I don't know nobody this gangsta, I don't know nobody this ready\n  Snatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\n  I don't know nobody this petty (Nah)\n  This where I take control of shit\n  This where I get to rap about sticks\n  And how we wrap bricks with petroleum\n  Clean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\n  My rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\n  West signed me, I was woke again\n  I'ma tell that story all over again (Yeah)\n  Get rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\n  They said I'd never switch it up\n  But I'm like three flows in on this verse\n  So what that tell you?\n  That tell me that these niggas do a lot of cheerleadin'\n  (Lot of cheerleadin')\n  And these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\n  And the Butcher comin', motherfucker\n  Never seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\n  I got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\n  But we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\n  I put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\n  When y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\n  I think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\n  I play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\n  I can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\n  Giants Monday night football, I'm watchin' from the box (From the box)\n  Me and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\n  I'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\n  You make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\n  You makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\n  That's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop (Yeah)\n  Then make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\n  It's the Butcher, nigga\n  When y'all tell the tale\n  Make sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\n  A team that was one of one\n  That shifted everything\n  The culture was never the same after they got here\n  Stove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\n  We can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\n  Ten course, three houses (Skrrt)\n  One house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\n  Perrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\n  We had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\n  Any doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow, my nigga\n  You gotta recount it\n  Ayo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\n  Wheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\n  McLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\n  Oh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  Uh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\n  The cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White (Hahaha)\n  It started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\n  Needles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\n  Sparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\n  VVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\n  I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\n  The trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\n  If you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\n  Gina Jackson face on a brick stamp\n  Left the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\n  I went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\n  Get low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\n  They askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\n  Quarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\n  It ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\n  All that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\n  I rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\n  Speed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\n  All the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\n  Make 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\n  He tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\n  They shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\n  Fast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\n  You know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\n  You dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\n  We so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\n  Could leave and come back, they'd still be fucked up in the same place\n  Light you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\n  Life dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\n  Chop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\n  Then I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\n  Ghost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\n  He tried to run\n  We blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet (Boom)\n  All I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\n  On the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\n  Residue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n  (Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\n  All of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\n  All we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\n  Pop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\n  Piss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\n  Y'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\n  Nah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\n  Y'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\n  He hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\n  Throwin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n  'Cause this shit'll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)\n  Gave bitches room, gave bitches doom\n  Let me starve, so I made bitches food\n  Made a lane and I made bitches move\n  Killed niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\n  Flow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\n  These hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\n  Like they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\n  Cop keys of that cake, Ma\n  Stacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\n  Big moves when the bricks move\n  Touch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\n  Young girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\n  Everybody from the block was lookin' to pop it, I was the monster who\n  Took this shit to the top, boy\n  Like I'm Shane or Sully, the game is funny\n  Woah, what's happenin'?\n  Yeah, okay\n  I'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\n  Gold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\n  Real Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\n  All gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\n  I'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\n  And when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\n  I bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\n  Countin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\n  Just a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\n  Slidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\n  They never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\n  I show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n  4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n  2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\n  Bangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\n  In the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh (Uh)\n  MAC was made in Bangladesh\n  Spray the steps, oops, I made a mess (Brrt)\n  They upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\n  They depressed, they wavin' white flags\n  I'm still gon' wave this TEC (Hahaha)\n  We take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\n  We rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\n  I cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\n  I'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n  (Talk to 'em)\n  Niggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\n  My bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\n  I don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n  (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  Real pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\n  I'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\n  Past niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\n  Yeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\n  Like I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\n  Bottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\n  All the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\n  I bend your bitch, then tell her\n  \"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\" (Goodbye)\n  Then I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\n  Think you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift (Talk to 'em)\n  Hiders called me from the Feds and said\n  \"I'm glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\n  Oh, oh, oh (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  When we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\n  We done lived it all\n  We the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\n  We came Back to the Future to be the Terminators of the Matrix\n  We the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\n  See, no Mission is Impossible when you this Fast and Furious\n  Niggas Die Hard when we show 'em the Final Destination\n  It's been a pleasure\n  Hitler Wears Hermès 10\n  DJ Drama\n  And like that, we gone\n  B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\n  Gunn, holla at me\n  Legendary, timeless\n  Just make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n  (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n"},{"id":13189982,"name":"Red Death","trackName":"Red Death","artistName":"Westside Gunn feat. Benny the Butcher, Stove God Cooks, Rome Streetz, Armani Caesar, Worthy, Jay, Conway, & Takac, Robby","albumName":"10","duration":623.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And now we've come to that time\nWhere the legend of Griselda lives forever\nThe Butcher comin' nigga\nAyo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\nY'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\nWe the biggest (Biggest)\nYeah\nI don't know nobody this hungry, I don't know nobody this humble\nI don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan, I can switch jungles\nI don't know nobody this gangsta, I don't know nobody this ready\nSnatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\nI don't know nobody this petty (Nah)\nThis where I take control of shit\nThis where I get to rap about sticks\nAnd how we wrap bricks with petroleum\nClean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\nMy rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\nWest signed me, I was woke again\nI'ma tell that story all over again (Yeah)\nGet rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\nThey said I'd never switch it up\nBut I'm like three flows in on this verse\nSo what that tell you?\nThat tell me that these niggas do a lot of cheerleadin'\n(Lot of cheerleadin')\nAnd these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\nAnd the Butcher comin', motherfucker\nNever seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\nI got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\nBut we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\nI put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\nWhen y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\nI think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\nI play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\nI can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\nGiants Monday night football, I'm watchin' from the box (From the box)\nMe and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\nI'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\nYou make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\nYou makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\nThat's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop (Yeah)\nThen make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\nIt's the Butcher, nigga\nWhen y'all tell the tale\nMake sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\nA team that was one of one\nThat shifted everything\nThe culture was never the same after they got here\nStove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\nWe can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\nTen course, three houses (Skrrt)\nOne house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\nPerrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\nWe had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\nAny doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow, my nigga\nYou gotta recount it\nAyo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\nWheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\nMcLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\nOh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\nUh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\nThe cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White (Hahaha)\nIt started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\nNeedles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\nSparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\nVVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\nI've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\nThe trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\nIf you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\nGina Jackson face on a brick stamp\nLeft the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\nI went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\nGet low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\nThey askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\nQuarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\nIt ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\nAll that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\nI rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\nSpeed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\nAll the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\nMake 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\nHe tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\nThey shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\nFast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\nYou know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\nYou dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\nWe so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\nCould leave and come back, they'd still be fucked up in the same place\nLight you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\nLife dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\nChop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\nThen I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\nGhost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\nHe tried to run\nWe blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet (Boom)\nAll I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\nOn the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\nResidue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n(Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\nAll of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\nAll we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\nPop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\nPiss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\nY'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\nNah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\nY'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\nHe hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\nThrowin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n'Cause this shit'll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)\nGave bitches room, gave bitches doom\nLet me starve, so I made bitches food\nMade a lane and I made bitches move\nKilled niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\nFlow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\nThese hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\nLike they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\nCop keys of that cake, Ma\nStacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\nBig moves when the bricks move\nTouch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\nYoung girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\nEverybody from the block was lookin' to pop it, I was the monster who\nTook this shit to the top, boy\nLike I'm Shane or Sully, the game is funny\nWoah, what's happenin'?\nYeah, okay\nI'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\nGold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\nReal Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\nAll gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\nI'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\nAnd when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\nI bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\nCountin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\nJust a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\nSlidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\nThey never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\nI show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\nBangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\nIn the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh (Uh)\nMAC was made in Bangladesh\nSpray the steps, oops, I made a mess (Brrt)\nThey upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\nThey depressed, they wavin' white flags\nI'm still gon' wave this TEC (Hahaha)\nWe take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\nWe rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\nI cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\nI'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n(Talk to 'em)\nNiggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\nMy bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\nI don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\nReal pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\nI'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\nPast niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\nYeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\nLike I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\nBottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\nAll the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\nI bend your bitch, then tell her\n\"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\" (Goodbye)\nThen I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\nThink you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift (Talk to 'em)\nHiders called me from the Feds and said\n\"I'm glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"\nOh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\nOh, oh, oh (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\n(Gangsta Gri-zillz)\nWhen we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\nWe done lived it all\nWe the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\nWe came Back to the Future to be the Terminators of the Matrix\nWe the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\nSee, no Mission is Impossible when you this Fast and Furious\nNiggas Die Hard when we show 'em the Final Destination\nIt's been a pleasure\nHitler Wears Hermès 10\nDJ Drama\nAnd like that, we gone\nB-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\nGunn, holla at me\nLegendary, timeless\nJust make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n(Gangsta Gri-zillz)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.99] And now we've come to that time\n[00:05.99] Where the legend of Griselda lives forever\n[00:07.88] The Butcher comin' nigga\n[00:09.76] Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\n[00:12.91] Y'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\n[00:16.34] We the biggest (Biggest)\n[00:18.65] Yeah\n[00:19.97] I don't know nobody this hungry\n[00:20.80] I don't know nobody this humble\n[00:23.19] I don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan\n[00:25.30] I can switch jungles\n[00:26.69] I don't know nobody this gangsta\n[00:28.46] I don't know nobody this ready\n[00:30.24] Snatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\n[00:31.59] I don't know nobody this petty\n[00:33.09] (Nah)\n[00:33.34] This where I take control of shit\n[00:35.20] This where I get to rap about sticks and\n[00:37.26] How we wrap bricks with petroleum\n[00:38.70] Clean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\n[00:40.58] My rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\n[00:43.90] West signed me, I was woke again, I'ma tell that story all over again\n[00:47.05] (Yeah)\n[00:47.11] Get rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\n[00:50.21] They said I'd never switch it up, but\n[00:51.99] I'm like three flows in on this verse\n[00:53.71] So what that tell you? That tell me that these\n[00:55.53] Niggas do a lot of cheerleadin' (Lot of cheerleadin')\n[00:57.50] And these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\n[01:00.03] And the Butcher comin', motherfucker\n[01:01.75] Never seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\n[01:05.00] I got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\n[01:06.72] But we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\n[01:08.52] I put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\n[01:10.15] When y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\n[01:12.12] I think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\n[01:15.16] I play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\n[01:18.71] I can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\n[01:22.29] Giants Monday night football, I'm watchin'\n[01:24.45] From the box (From the box)\n[01:25.49] Me and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\n[01:27.30] I'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\n[01:30.06] You make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\n[01:32.05] You makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\n[01:35.34] That's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop\n[01:38.85] (Yeah)\n[01:39.55] Then make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\n[01:42.58] It's the Butcher, nigga\n[01:43.95] When y'all tell the tale\n[01:46.82] Make sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\n[01:50.18] A team that was one of one\n[01:54.13] That shifted everything\n[01:57.93] The culture was never the same after they got here\n[02:00.74] Stove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\n[02:04.96] We can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\n[02:08.07] Ten course, three houses (Skrrt)\n[02:09.70] One house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\n[02:13.49] Perrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\n[02:16.43] We had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\n[02:20.03] Any doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow\n[02:23.39] My nigga you gotta recount it\n[02:25.29] Ayo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\n[02:28.01] Wheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\n[02:31.91] McLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\n[02:35.17] Oh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n[02:39.94] Uh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\n[02:42.57] The cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White\n[02:45.93] (Hahaha)\n[02:46.46] It started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\n[02:49.16] Needles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\n[02:51.99] Sparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\n[02:55.17] VVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\n[02:59.87] I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\n[03:01.98] The trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\n[03:05.57] If you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\n[03:08.63] Gina Jackson face on a brick stamp\n[03:11.62] Left the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\n[03:14.06] I went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\n[03:17.55] Get low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\n[03:19.79] They askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\n[03:22.85] Quarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\n[03:26.49] It ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\n[03:30.33] All that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\n[03:33.89] I rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\n[03:36.24] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[03:39.89] Oh, oh, oh\n[03:43.66] Oh, oh, oh\n[03:45.94] Oh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\n[03:51.47] Speed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\n[03:56.28] All the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\n[03:59.95] Make 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\n[04:03.16] He tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\n[04:06.67] They shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\n[04:10.56] Fast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\n[04:14.07] You know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\n[04:17.53] You dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\n[04:20.70] We so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\n[04:24.14] Could leave and come back, they'd still\n[04:26.16] Be fucked up in the same place\n[04:27.75] Light you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\n[04:31.19] Life dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\n[04:34.43] Chop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\n[04:38.13] Then I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\n[04:41.94] Ghost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\n[04:44.21] He tried to run, we blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet\n[04:48.38] (Boom)\n[04:49.78] All I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\n[04:52.43] On the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\n[04:56.03] Residue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n[04:59.13] (Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\n[05:00.91] All of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\n[05:01.59] All we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\n[05:03.62] Pop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\n[05:06.13] Piss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\n[05:10.18] Y'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\n[05:13.95] Nah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\n[05:16.82] Y'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\n[05:18.22] He hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\n[05:19.99] Throwin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n[05:21.70] 'Cause this shit'll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)\n[05:23.70] Gave bitches room, gave bitches doom\n[05:25.63] Let me starve, so I made bitches food\n[05:27.67] Made a lane and I made bitches move\n[05:29.96] Killed niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\n[05:32.29] Flow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\n[05:33.73] These hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\n[05:37.48] Like they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\n[05:39.38] Cop keys of that cake, Ma\n[05:40.96] Stacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\n[05:43.64] Big moves when the bricks move\n[05:45.33] Touch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\n[05:47.85] Young girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\n[05:50.88] Everybody from the block was lookin' to pop it\n[05:53.15] I was the monster who\n[05:54.40] Took this shit to the top, boy, like I'm Shane or Sully\n[05:56.79] The game is funny\n[05:57.94] Woah, what's happenin'?\n[06:05.27] Yeah, okay\n[06:08.71] I'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\n[06:12.27] Gold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\n[06:15.59] Real Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\n[06:19.51] All gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\n[06:22.78] I'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\n[06:26.00] And when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\n[06:29.65] I bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\n[06:33.14] Countin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\n[06:36.65] Just a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\n[06:40.57] Slidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\n[06:43.98] They never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\n[06:47.64] I show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n[06:50.98] 4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n[06:54.48] 2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\n[06:58.08] Bangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\n[07:01.03] In the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\n[07:05.13] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[07:09.68] Oh, oh, oh\n[07:13.36] Oh, oh, oh\n[07:16.82] Oh, oh, oh (Uh)\n[07:26.88] MAC was made in Bangladesh, spray the steps\n[07:29.32] Oops i made a mess (Brrt)\n[07:33.56] They upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\n[07:36.71] They depressed, they wavin' white flags, I'm still gon' wave this TEC\n[07:40.47] (Hahaha)\n[07:40.64] We take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\n[07:43.66] We rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\n[07:47.07] I cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\n[07:50.72] I'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n[07:54.29] (Talk to 'em)\n[07:54.83] Niggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\n[07:57.82] My bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\n[08:01.18] I don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n[08:04.72] (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n[08:06.04] Real pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\n[08:08.34] I'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\n[08:11.94] Past niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\n[08:15.39] Yeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\n[08:18.29] Like I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\n[08:22.39] Bottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\n[08:24.87] All the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\n[08:27.66] I bend your bitch, then tell her \"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\"\n[08:30.83] (Goodbye)\n[08:31.75] Then I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\n[08:34.35] Think you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift\n[08:37.93] (Talk to 'em)\n[08:38.68] Hiders called me from the Feds and said\n[08:40.99] \"I'm glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"\n[08:43.80] Oh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\n[08:49.35] Oh, oh, oh\n[08:51.21] (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\n[08:52.68] Oh, oh, oh\n[08:54.86] Oh, oh, oh\n[08:58.08] (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n[09:02.17] When we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\n[09:05.64] We done lived it all\n[09:07.40] We the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\n[09:13.34] We came Back to the Future to\n[09:16.60] Be the Terminators of the Matrix\n[09:18.32] We the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\n[09:23.13] See, no Mission is Impossible\n[09:25.54] When you this Fast and Furious\n[09:28.14] Niggas Die Hard when\n[09:30.11] We show 'em the Final Destination\n[09:31.97] It's been a pleasure\n[09:37.19] Hitler Wears Hermès 10\n[09:41.56] DJ Drama\n[09:46.10] And like that, we gone\n[09:51.87] B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\n[09:55.16] Gunn, holla at me\n[09:59.48] Legendary, timeless\n[10:04.94] Just make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n[10:07.83] (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n[10:10.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Red Death\n  artist: Westside Gunn feat. Benny the Butcher, Stove God Cooks, Rome Streetz, Armani Caesar, Worthy, Jay, Conway, & Takac, Robby\n  album: '10'\n  duration_ms: 623000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: And now we've come to that time\n  start_ms: 1990\n  end_ms: 5990\n- text: Where the legend of Griselda lives forever\n  start_ms: 5990\n  end_ms: 7880\n- text: The Butcher comin' nigga\n  start_ms: 7880\n  end_ms: 9760\n- text: Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\n  start_ms: 9760\n  end_ms: 12910\n- text: Y'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\n  start_ms: 12910\n  end_ms: 16340\n- text: We the biggest (Biggest)\n  start_ms: 16340\n  end_ms: 18650\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 18650\n  end_ms: 19970\n- text: I don't know nobody this hungry\n  start_ms: 19970\n  end_ms: 20800\n- text: I don't know nobody this humble\n  start_ms: 20800\n  end_ms: 23190\n- text: I don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan\n  start_ms: 23190\n  end_ms: 25300\n- text: I can switch jungles\n  start_ms: 25300\n  end_ms: 26690\n- text: I don't know nobody this gangsta\n  start_ms: 26690\n  end_ms: 28460\n- text: I don't know nobody this ready\n  start_ms: 28460\n  end_ms: 30240\n- text: Snatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\n  start_ms: 30240\n  end_ms: 31590\n- text: I don't know nobody this petty\n  start_ms: 31590\n  end_ms: 33090\n- text: (Nah)\n  start_ms: 33090\n  end_ms: 33340\n- text: This where I take control of shit\n  start_ms: 33340\n  end_ms: 35200\n- text: This where I get to rap about sticks and\n  start_ms: 35200\n  end_ms: 37260\n- text: How we wrap bricks with petroleum\n  start_ms: 37260\n  end_ms: 38700\n- text: Clean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 38700\n  end_ms: 40580\n- text: My rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\n  start_ms: 40580\n  end_ms: 43900\n- text: West signed me, I was woke again, I'ma tell that story all over again\n  start_ms: 43900\n  end_ms: 47050\n- text: (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 47050\n  end_ms: 47110\n- text: Get rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\n  start_ms: 47110\n  end_ms: 50210\n- text: They said I'd never switch it up, but\n  start_ms: 50210\n  end_ms: 51990\n- text: I'm like three flows in on this verse\n  start_ms: 51990\n  end_ms: 53710\n- text: So what that tell you? That tell me that these\n  start_ms: 53710\n  end_ms: 55530\n- text: Niggas do a lot of cheerleadin' (Lot of cheerleadin')\n  start_ms: 55530\n  end_ms: 57500\n- text: And these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\n  start_ms: 57500\n  end_ms: 60030\n- text: And the Butcher comin', motherfucker\n  start_ms: 60030\n  end_ms: 61750\n- text: Never seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\n  start_ms: 61750\n  end_ms: 65000\n- text: I got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\n  start_ms: 65000\n  end_ms: 66720\n- text: But we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\n  start_ms: 66720\n  end_ms: 68520\n- text: I put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 68520\n  end_ms: 70150\n- text: When y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\n  start_ms: 70150\n  end_ms: 72120\n- text: I think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\n  start_ms: 72120\n  end_ms: 75160\n- text: I play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\n  start_ms: 75160\n  end_ms: 78710\n- text: I can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\n  start_ms: 78710\n  end_ms: 82290\n- text: Giants Monday night football, I'm watchin'\n  start_ms: 82290\n  end_ms: 84450\n- text: From the box (From the box)\n  start_ms: 84450\n  end_ms: 85490\n- text: Me and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\n  start_ms: 85490\n  end_ms: 87300\n- text: I'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\n  start_ms: 87300\n  end_ms: 90060\n- text: You make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 90060\n  end_ms: 92050\n- text: You makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\n  start_ms: 92050\n  end_ms: 95340\n- text: That's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop\n  start_ms: 95340\n  end_ms: 98850\n- text: (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 98850\n  end_ms: 99550\n- text: Then make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\n  start_ms: 99550\n  end_ms: 102580\n- text: It's the Butcher, nigga\n  start_ms: 102580\n  end_ms: 103950\n- text: When y'all tell the tale\n  start_ms: 103950\n  end_ms: 106820\n- text: Make sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\n  start_ms: 106820\n  end_ms: 110180\n- text: A team that was one of one\n  start_ms: 110180\n  end_ms: 114130\n- text: That shifted everything\n  start_ms: 114130\n  end_ms: 117930\n- text: The culture was never the same after they got here\n  start_ms: 117930\n  end_ms: 120740\n- text: Stove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\n  start_ms: 120740\n  end_ms: 124960\n- text: We can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\n  start_ms: 124960\n  end_ms: 128070\n- text: Ten course, three houses (Skrrt)\n  start_ms: 128070\n  end_ms: 129700\n- text: One house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\n  start_ms: 129700\n  end_ms: 133490\n- text: Perrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\n  start_ms: 133490\n  end_ms: 136430\n- text: We had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\n  start_ms: 136430\n  end_ms: 140030\n- text: Any doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow\n  start_ms: 140030\n  end_ms: 143390\n- text: My nigga you gotta recount it\n  start_ms: 143390\n  end_ms: 145290\n- text: Ayo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\n  start_ms: 145290\n  end_ms: 148010\n- text: Wheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\n  start_ms: 148010\n  end_ms: 151910\n- text: McLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\n  start_ms: 151910\n  end_ms: 155170\n- text: Oh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  start_ms: 155170\n  end_ms: 159940\n- text: Uh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\n  start_ms: 159940\n  end_ms: 162570\n- text: The cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White\n  start_ms: 162570\n  end_ms: 165930\n- text: (Hahaha)\n  start_ms: 165930\n  end_ms: 166460\n- text: It started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\n  start_ms: 166460\n  end_ms: 169160\n- text: Needles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\n  start_ms: 169160\n  end_ms: 171990\n- text: Sparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\n  start_ms: 171990\n  end_ms: 175170\n- text: VVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\n  start_ms: 175170\n  end_ms: 179870\n- text: I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\n  start_ms: 179870\n  end_ms: 181980\n- text: The trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\n  start_ms: 181980\n  end_ms: 185570\n- text: If you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\n  start_ms: 185570\n  end_ms: 188630\n- text: Gina Jackson face on a brick stamp\n  start_ms: 188630\n  end_ms: 191620\n- text: Left the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\n  start_ms: 191620\n  end_ms: 194060\n- text: I went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\n  start_ms: 194060\n  end_ms: 197550\n- text: Get low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\n  start_ms: 197550\n  end_ms: 199790\n- text: They askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\n  start_ms: 199790\n  end_ms: 202850\n- text: Quarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\n  start_ms: 202850\n  end_ms: 206490\n- text: It ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\n  start_ms: 206490\n  end_ms: 210330\n- text: All that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\n  start_ms: 210330\n  end_ms: 213890\n- text: I rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\n  start_ms: 213890\n  end_ms: 216240\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 216240\n  end_ms: 219890\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 219890\n  end_ms: 223660\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 223660\n  end_ms: 225940\n- text: Oh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\n  start_ms: 225940\n  end_ms: 231470\n- text: Speed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\n  start_ms: 231470\n  end_ms: 236280\n- text: All the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\n  start_ms: 236280\n  end_ms: 239950\n- text: Make 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\n  start_ms: 239950\n  end_ms: 243160\n- text: He tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\n  start_ms: 243160\n  end_ms: 246670\n- text: They shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\n  start_ms: 246670\n  end_ms: 250560\n- text: Fast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\n  start_ms: 250560\n  end_ms: 254070\n- text: You know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\n  start_ms: 254070\n  end_ms: 257530\n- text: You dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\n  start_ms: 257530\n  end_ms: 260700\n- text: We so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\n  start_ms: 260700\n  end_ms: 264140\n- text: Could leave and come back, they'd still\n  start_ms: 264140\n  end_ms: 266160\n- text: Be fucked up in the same place\n  start_ms: 266160\n  end_ms: 267750\n- text: Light you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\n  start_ms: 267750\n  end_ms: 271190\n- text: Life dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\n  start_ms: 271190\n  end_ms: 274430\n- text: Chop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\n  start_ms: 274430\n  end_ms: 278130\n- text: Then I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\n  start_ms: 278130\n  end_ms: 281940\n- text: Ghost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\n  start_ms: 281940\n  end_ms: 284210\n- text: He tried to run, we blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet\n  start_ms: 284210\n  end_ms: 288380\n- text: (Boom)\n  start_ms: 288380\n  end_ms: 289780\n- text: All I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\n  start_ms: 289780\n  end_ms: 292430\n- text: On the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\n  start_ms: 292430\n  end_ms: 296030\n- text: Residue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n  start_ms: 296030\n  end_ms: 299130\n- text: (Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\n  start_ms: 299130\n  end_ms: 300910\n- text: All of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\n  start_ms: 300910\n  end_ms: 301590\n- text: All we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\n  start_ms: 301590\n  end_ms: 303620\n- text: Pop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\n  start_ms: 303620\n  end_ms: 306130\n- text: Piss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\n  start_ms: 306130\n  end_ms: 310180\n- text: Y'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\n  start_ms: 310180\n  end_ms: 313950\n- text: Nah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\n  start_ms: 313950\n  end_ms: 316820\n- text: Y'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 316820\n  end_ms: 318220\n- text: He hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\n  start_ms: 318220\n  end_ms: 319990\n- text: Throwin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n  start_ms: 319990\n  end_ms: 321700\n- text: '''Cause this shit''ll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)'\n  start_ms: 321700\n  end_ms: 323700\n- text: Gave bitches room, gave bitches doom\n  start_ms: 323700\n  end_ms: 325630\n- text: Let me starve, so I made bitches food\n  start_ms: 325630\n  end_ms: 327670\n- text: Made a lane and I made bitches move\n  start_ms: 327670\n  end_ms: 329960\n- text: Killed niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\n  start_ms: 329960\n  end_ms: 332290\n- text: Flow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\n  start_ms: 332290\n  end_ms: 333730\n- text: These hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\n  start_ms: 333730\n  end_ms: 337480\n- text: Like they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\n  start_ms: 337480\n  end_ms: 339380\n- text: Cop keys of that cake, Ma\n  start_ms: 339380\n  end_ms: 340960\n- text: Stacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\n  start_ms: 340960\n  end_ms: 343640\n- text: Big moves when the bricks move\n  start_ms: 343640\n  end_ms: 345330\n- text: Touch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\n  start_ms: 345330\n  end_ms: 347850\n- text: Young girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\n  start_ms: 347850\n  end_ms: 350880\n- text: Everybody from the block was lookin' to pop it\n  start_ms: 350880\n  end_ms: 353150\n- text: I was the monster who\n  start_ms: 353150\n  end_ms: 354400\n- text: Took this shit to the top, boy, like I'm Shane or Sully\n  start_ms: 354400\n  end_ms: 356790\n- text: The game is funny\n  start_ms: 356790\n  end_ms: 357940\n- text: Woah, what's happenin'?\n  start_ms: 357940\n  end_ms: 365270\n- text: Yeah, okay\n  start_ms: 365270\n  end_ms: 368710\n- text: I'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\n  start_ms: 368710\n  end_ms: 372270\n- text: Gold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\n  start_ms: 372270\n  end_ms: 375590\n- text: Real Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\n  start_ms: 375590\n  end_ms: 379510\n- text: All gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\n  start_ms: 379510\n  end_ms: 382780\n- text: I'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\n  start_ms: 382780\n  end_ms: 386000\n- text: And when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\n  start_ms: 386000\n  end_ms: 389650\n- text: I bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\n  start_ms: 389650\n  end_ms: 393140\n- text: Countin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\n  start_ms: 393140\n  end_ms: 396650\n- text: Just a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\n  start_ms: 396650\n  end_ms: 400570\n- text: Slidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\n  start_ms: 400570\n  end_ms: 403980\n- text: They never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\n  start_ms: 403980\n  end_ms: 407640\n- text: I show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n  start_ms: 407640\n  end_ms: 410980\n- text: 4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n  start_ms: 410980\n  end_ms: 414480\n- text: 2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\n  start_ms: 414480\n  end_ms: 418080\n- text: Bangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\n  start_ms: 418080\n  end_ms: 421030\n- text: In the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\n  start_ms: 421030\n  end_ms: 425130\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 425130\n  end_ms: 429680\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 429680\n  end_ms: 433360\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 433360\n  end_ms: 436820\n- text: Oh, oh, oh (Uh)\n  start_ms: 436820\n  end_ms: 446880\n- text: MAC was made in Bangladesh, spray the steps\n  start_ms: 446880\n  end_ms: 449320\n- text: Oops i made a mess (Brrt)\n  start_ms: 449320\n  end_ms: 453560\n- text: They upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\n  start_ms: 453560\n  end_ms: 456710\n- text: They depressed, they wavin' white flags, I'm still gon' wave this TEC\n  start_ms: 456710\n  end_ms: 460470\n- text: (Hahaha)\n  start_ms: 460470\n  end_ms: 460640\n- text: We take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\n  start_ms: 460640\n  end_ms: 463660\n- text: We rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\n  start_ms: 463660\n  end_ms: 467070\n- text: I cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\n  start_ms: 467070\n  end_ms: 470720\n- text: I'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n  start_ms: 470720\n  end_ms: 474290\n- text: (Talk to 'em)\n  start_ms: 474290\n  end_ms: 474830\n- text: Niggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\n  start_ms: 474830\n  end_ms: 477820\n- text: My bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\n  start_ms: 477820\n  end_ms: 481180\n- text: I don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n  start_ms: 481180\n  end_ms: 484720\n- text: (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  start_ms: 484720\n  end_ms: 486040\n- text: Real pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\n  start_ms: 486040\n  end_ms: 488340\n- text: I'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\n  start_ms: 488340\n  end_ms: 491940\n- text: Past niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\n  start_ms: 491940\n  end_ms: 495390\n- text: Yeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\n  start_ms: 495390\n  end_ms: 498290\n- text: Like I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\n  start_ms: 498290\n  end_ms: 502390\n- text: Bottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 502390\n  end_ms: 504870\n- text: All the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\n  start_ms: 504870\n  end_ms: 507660\n- text: I bend your bitch, then tell her \"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\"\n  start_ms: 507660\n  end_ms: 510830\n- text: (Goodbye)\n  start_ms: 510830\n  end_ms: 511750\n- text: Then I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\n  start_ms: 511750\n  end_ms: 514350\n- text: Think you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift\n  start_ms: 514350\n  end_ms: 517930\n- text: (Talk to 'em)\n  start_ms: 517930\n  end_ms: 518680\n- text: Hiders called me from the Feds and said\n  start_ms: 518680\n  end_ms: 520990\n- text: '\"I''m glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"'\n  start_ms: 520990\n  end_ms: 523800\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\n  start_ms: 523800\n  end_ms: 529350\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 529350\n  end_ms: 531210\n- text: (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\n  start_ms: 531210\n  end_ms: 532680\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 532680\n  end_ms: 534860\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 534860\n  end_ms: 538080\n- text: (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  start_ms: 538080\n  end_ms: 542170\n- text: When we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\n  start_ms: 542170\n  end_ms: 545640\n- text: We done lived it all\n  start_ms: 545640\n  end_ms: 547400\n- text: We the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\n  start_ms: 547400\n  end_ms: 553340\n- text: We came Back to the Future to\n  start_ms: 553340\n  end_ms: 556600\n- text: Be the Terminators of the Matrix\n  start_ms: 556600\n  end_ms: 558320\n- text: We the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\n  start_ms: 558320\n  end_ms: 563130\n- text: See, no Mission is Impossible\n  start_ms: 563130\n  end_ms: 565540\n- text: When you this Fast and Furious\n  start_ms: 565540\n  end_ms: 568140\n- text: Niggas Die Hard when\n  start_ms: 568140\n  end_ms: 570110\n- text: We show 'em the Final Destination\n  start_ms: 570110\n  end_ms: 571970\n- text: It's been a pleasure\n  start_ms: 571970\n  end_ms: 577190\n- text: Hitler Wears Hermès 10\n  start_ms: 577190\n  end_ms: 581560\n- text: DJ Drama\n  start_ms: 581560\n  end_ms: 586100\n- text: And like that, we gone\n  start_ms: 586100\n  end_ms: 591870\n- text: B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\n  start_ms: 591870\n  end_ms: 595160\n- text: Gunn, holla at me\n  start_ms: 595160\n  end_ms: 599480\n- text: Legendary, timeless\n  start_ms: 599480\n  end_ms: 604940\n- text: Just make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n  start_ms: 604940\n  end_ms: 607830\n- text: (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  start_ms: 607830\n  end_ms: 610620\nplain: |-\n  And now we've come to that time\n  Where the legend of Griselda lives forever\n  The Butcher comin' nigga\n  Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\n  Y'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\n  We the biggest (Biggest)\n  Yeah\n  I don't know nobody this hungry, I don't know nobody this humble\n  I don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan, I can switch jungles\n  I don't know nobody this gangsta, I don't know nobody this ready\n  Snatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\n  I don't know nobody this petty (Nah)\n  This where I take control of shit\n  This where I get to rap about sticks\n  And how we wrap bricks with petroleum\n  Clean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\n  My rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\n  West signed me, I was woke again\n  I'ma tell that story all over again (Yeah)\n  Get rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\n  They said I'd never switch it up\n  But I'm like three flows in on this verse\n  So what that tell you?\n  That tell me that these niggas do a lot of cheerleadin'\n  (Lot of cheerleadin')\n  And these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\n  And the Butcher comin', motherfucker\n  Never seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\n  I got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\n  But we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\n  I put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\n  When y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\n  I think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\n  I play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\n  I can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\n  Giants Monday night football, I'm watchin' from the box (From the box)\n  Me and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\n  I'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\n  You make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\n  You makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\n  That's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop (Yeah)\n  Then make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\n  It's the Butcher, nigga\n  When y'all tell the tale\n  Make sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\n  A team that was one of one\n  That shifted everything\n  The culture was never the same after they got here\n  Stove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\n  We can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\n  Ten course, three houses (Skrrt)\n  One house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\n  Perrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\n  We had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\n  Any doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow, my nigga\n  You gotta recount it\n  Ayo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\n  Wheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\n  McLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\n  Oh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  Uh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\n  The cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White (Hahaha)\n  It started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\n  Needles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\n  Sparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\n  VVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\n  I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\n  The trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\n  If you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\n  Gina Jackson face on a brick stamp\n  Left the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\n  I went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\n  Get low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\n  They askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\n  Quarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\n  It ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\n  All that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\n  I rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\n  Speed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\n  All the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\n  Make 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\n  He tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\n  They shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\n  Fast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\n  You know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\n  You dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\n  We so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\n  Could leave and come back, they'd still be fucked up in the same place\n  Light you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\n  Life dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\n  Chop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\n  Then I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\n  Ghost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\n  He tried to run\n  We blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet (Boom)\n  All I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\n  On the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\n  Residue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n  (Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\n  All of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\n  All we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\n  Pop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\n  Piss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\n  Y'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\n  Nah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\n  Y'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\n  He hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\n  Throwin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n  'Cause this shit'll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)\n  Gave bitches room, gave bitches doom\n  Let me starve, so I made bitches food\n  Made a lane and I made bitches move\n  Killed niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\n  Flow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\n  These hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\n  Like they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\n  Cop keys of that cake, Ma\n  Stacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\n  Big moves when the bricks move\n  Touch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\n  Young girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\n  Everybody from the block was lookin' to pop it, I was the monster who\n  Took this shit to the top, boy\n  Like I'm Shane or Sully, the game is funny\n  Woah, what's happenin'?\n  Yeah, okay\n  I'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\n  Gold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\n  Real Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\n  All gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\n  I'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\n  And when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\n  I bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\n  Countin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\n  Just a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\n  Slidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\n  They never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\n  I show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n  4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n  2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\n  Bangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\n  In the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh (Uh)\n  MAC was made in Bangladesh\n  Spray the steps, oops, I made a mess (Brrt)\n  They upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\n  They depressed, they wavin' white flags\n  I'm still gon' wave this TEC (Hahaha)\n  We take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\n  We rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\n  I cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\n  I'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n  (Talk to 'em)\n  Niggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\n  My bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\n  I don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n  (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  Real pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\n  I'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\n  Past niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\n  Yeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\n  Like I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\n  Bottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\n  All the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\n  I bend your bitch, then tell her\n  \"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\" (Goodbye)\n  Then I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\n  Think you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift (Talk to 'em)\n  Hiders called me from the Feds and said\n  \"I'm glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\n  Oh, oh, oh (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  When we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\n  We done lived it all\n  We the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\n  We came Back to the Future to be the Terminators of the Matrix\n  We the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\n  See, no Mission is Impossible when you this Fast and Furious\n  Niggas Die Hard when we show 'em the Final Destination\n  It's been a pleasure\n  Hitler Wears Hermès 10\n  DJ Drama\n  And like that, we gone\n  B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\n  Gunn, holla at me\n  Legendary, timeless\n  Just make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n  (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n"},{"id":15022522,"name":"Red Death","trackName":"Red Death","artistName":"Westside Gunn; Benny The Butcher; Stove God Cooks; Rome Streetz; Armani Caesar; Jay Worthy; Conway The Machine; Robby Takac","albumName":"10","duration":623.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And now we've come to that time\nWhere the legend of Griselda lives forever\nThe Butcher comin' nigga\nAyo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\nY'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\nWe the biggest (Biggest)\nYeah\nI don't know nobody this hungry, I don't know nobody this humble\nI don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan, I can switch jungles\nI don't know nobody this gangsta, I don't know nobody this ready\nSnatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\nI don't know nobody this petty (Nah)\nThis where I take control of shit\nThis where I get to rap about sticks\nAnd how we wrap bricks with petroleum\nClean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\nMy rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\nWest signed me, I was woke again\nI'ma tell that story all over again (Yeah)\nGet rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\nThey said I'd never switch it up\nBut I'm like three flows in on this verse\nSo what that tell you?\nThat tell me that these niggas do a lot of cheerleadin'\n(Lot of cheerleadin')\nAnd these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\nAnd the Butcher comin', motherfucker\nNever seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\nI got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\nBut we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\nI put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\nWhen y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\nI think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\nI play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\nI can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\nGiants Monday night football, I'm watchin' from the box (From the box)\nMe and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\nI'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\nYou make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\nYou makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\nThat's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop (Yeah)\nThen make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\nIt's the Butcher, nigga\nWhen y'all tell the tale\nMake sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\nA team that was one of one\nThat shifted everything\nThe culture was never the same after they got here\nStove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\nWe can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\nTen course, three houses (Skrrt)\nOne house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\nPerrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\nWe had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\nAny doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow, my nigga\nYou gotta recount it\nAyo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\nWheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\nMcLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\nOh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\nUh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\nThe cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White (Hahaha)\nIt started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\nNeedles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\nSparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\nVVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\nI've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\nThe trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\nIf you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\nGina Jackson face on a brick stamp\nLeft the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\nI went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\nGet low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\nThey askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\nQuarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\nIt ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\nAll that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\nI rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\nSpeed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\nAll the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\nMake 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\nHe tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\nThey shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\nFast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\nYou know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\nYou dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\nWe so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\nCould leave and come back, they'd still be fucked up in the same place\nLight you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\nLife dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\nChop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\nThen I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\nGhost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\nHe tried to run\nWe blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet (Boom)\nAll I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\nOn the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\nResidue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n(Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\nAll of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\nAll we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\nPop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\nPiss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\nY'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\nNah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\nY'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\nHe hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\nThrowin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n'Cause this shit'll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)\nGave bitches room, gave bitches doom\nLet me starve, so I made bitches food\nMade a lane and I made bitches move\nKilled niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\nFlow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\nThese hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\nLike they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\nCop keys of that cake, Ma\nStacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\nBig moves when the bricks move\nTouch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\nYoung girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\nEverybody from the block was lookin' to pop it, I was the monster who\nTook this shit to the top, boy\nLike I'm Shane or Sully, the game is funny\nWoah, what's happenin'?\nYeah, okay\nI'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\nGold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\nReal Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\nAll gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\nI'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\nAnd when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\nI bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\nCountin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\nJust a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\nSlidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\nThey never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\nI show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\nBangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\nIn the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh (Uh)\nMAC was made in Bangladesh\nSpray the steps, oops, I made a mess (Brrt)\nThey upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\nThey depressed, they wavin' white flags\nI'm still gon' wave this TEC (Hahaha)\nWe take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\nWe rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\nI cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\nI'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n(Talk to 'em)\nNiggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\nMy bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\nI don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\nReal pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\nI'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\nPast niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\nYeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\nLike I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\nBottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\nAll the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\nI bend your bitch, then tell her\n\"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\" (Goodbye)\nThen I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\nThink you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift (Talk to 'em)\nHiders called me from the Feds and said\n\"I'm glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"\nOh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\nOh, oh, oh (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\n(Gangsta Gri-zillz)\nWhen we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\nWe done lived it all\nWe the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\nWe came Back to the Future to be the Terminators of the Matrix\nWe the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\nSee, no Mission is Impossible when you this Fast and Furious\nNiggas Die Hard when we show 'em the Final Destination\nIt's been a pleasure\nHitler Wears Hermès 10\nDJ Drama\nAnd like that, we gone\nB-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\nGunn, holla at me\nLegendary, timeless\nJust make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n(Gangsta Gri-zillz)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Red Death\n  artist: Westside Gunn; Benny The Butcher; Stove God Cooks; Rome Streetz; Armani Caesar; Jay Worthy; Conway The Machine; Robby Takac\n  album: '10'\n  duration_ms: 623000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  And now we've come to that time\n  Where the legend of Griselda lives forever\n  The Butcher comin' nigga\n  Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\n  Y'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\n  We the biggest (Biggest)\n  Yeah\n  I don't know nobody this hungry, I don't know nobody this humble\n  I don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan, I can switch jungles\n  I don't know nobody this gangsta, I don't know nobody this ready\n  Snatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\n  I don't know nobody this petty (Nah)\n  This where I take control of shit\n  This where I get to rap about sticks\n  And how we wrap bricks with petroleum\n  Clean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\n  My rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\n  West signed me, I was woke again\n  I'ma tell that story all over again (Yeah)\n  Get rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\n  They said I'd never switch it up\n  But I'm like three flows in on this verse\n  So what that tell you?\n  That tell me that these niggas do a lot of cheerleadin'\n  (Lot of cheerleadin')\n  And these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\n  And the Butcher comin', motherfucker\n  Never seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\n  I got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\n  But we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\n  I put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\n  When y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\n  I think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\n  I play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\n  I can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\n  Giants Monday night football, I'm watchin' from the box (From the box)\n  Me and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\n  I'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\n  You make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\n  You makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\n  That's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop (Yeah)\n  Then make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\n  It's the Butcher, nigga\n  When y'all tell the tale\n  Make sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\n  A team that was one of one\n  That shifted everything\n  The culture was never the same after they got here\n  Stove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\n  We can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\n  Ten course, three houses (Skrrt)\n  One house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\n  Perrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\n  We had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\n  Any doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow, my nigga\n  You gotta recount it\n  Ayo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\n  Wheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\n  McLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\n  Oh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  Uh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\n  The cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White (Hahaha)\n  It started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\n  Needles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\n  Sparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\n  VVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\n  I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\n  The trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\n  If you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\n  Gina Jackson face on a brick stamp\n  Left the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\n  I went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\n  Get low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\n  They askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\n  Quarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\n  It ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\n  All that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\n  I rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\n  Speed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\n  All the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\n  Make 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\n  He tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\n  They shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\n  Fast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\n  You know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\n  You dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\n  We so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\n  Could leave and come back, they'd still be fucked up in the same place\n  Light you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\n  Life dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\n  Chop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\n  Then I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\n  Ghost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\n  He tried to run\n  We blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet (Boom)\n  All I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\n  On the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\n  Residue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n  (Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\n  All of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\n  All we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\n  Pop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\n  Piss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\n  Y'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\n  Nah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\n  Y'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\n  He hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\n  Throwin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n  'Cause this shit'll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)\n  Gave bitches room, gave bitches doom\n  Let me starve, so I made bitches food\n  Made a lane and I made bitches move\n  Killed niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\n  Flow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\n  These hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\n  Like they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\n  Cop keys of that cake, Ma\n  Stacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\n  Big moves when the bricks move\n  Touch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\n  Young girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\n  Everybody from the block was lookin' to pop it, I was the monster who\n  Took this shit to the top, boy\n  Like I'm Shane or Sully, the game is funny\n  Woah, what's happenin'?\n  Yeah, okay\n  I'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\n  Gold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\n  Real Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\n  All gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\n  I'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\n  And when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\n  I bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\n  Countin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\n  Just a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\n  Slidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\n  They never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\n  I show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n  4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n  2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\n  Bangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\n  In the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh (Uh)\n  MAC was made in Bangladesh\n  Spray the steps, oops, I made a mess (Brrt)\n  They upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\n  They depressed, they wavin' white flags\n  I'm still gon' wave this TEC (Hahaha)\n  We take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\n  We rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\n  I cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\n  I'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n  (Talk to 'em)\n  Niggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\n  My bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\n  I don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n  (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  Real pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\n  I'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\n  Past niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\n  Yeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\n  Like I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\n  Bottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\n  All the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\n  I bend your bitch, then tell her\n  \"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\" (Goodbye)\n  Then I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\n  Think you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift (Talk to 'em)\n  Hiders called me from the Feds and said\n  \"I'm glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\n  Oh, oh, oh (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  When we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\n  We done lived it all\n  We the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\n  We came Back to the Future to be the Terminators of the Matrix\n  We the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\n  See, no Mission is Impossible when you this Fast and Furious\n  Niggas Die Hard when we show 'em the Final Destination\n  It's been a pleasure\n  Hitler Wears Hermès 10\n  DJ Drama\n  And like that, we gone\n  B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\n  Gunn, holla at me\n  Legendary, timeless\n  Just make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n  (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n"},{"id":14669934,"name":"Red Death (feat. Benny The Butcher, Stove God Cooks, Rome Streetz, Armani Caesar, Jay Worthy, Conway the Machine & Robby Takac)","trackName":"Red Death (feat. Benny The Butcher, Stove God Cooks, Rome Streetz, Armani Caesar, Jay Worthy, Conway the Machine & Robby Takac)","artistName":"Westside Gunn; Benny The Butcher; Stove God Cooks; Rome Streetz; Armani Caesar; Jay Worthy; Conway the Machine; Robby Takac","albumName":"10","duration":623.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And now we've come to that time\nWhere the legend of Griselda lives forever\nThe Butcher comin' nigga\nAyo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\nY'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\nWe the biggest (Biggest)\nYeah\nI don't know nobody this hungry, I don't know nobody this humble\nI don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan, I can switch jungles\nI don't know nobody this gangsta, I don't know nobody this ready\nSnatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\nI don't know nobody this petty (Nah)\nThis where I take control of shit\nThis where I get to rap about sticks\nAnd how we wrap bricks with petroleum\nClean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\nMy rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\nWest signed me, I was woke again\nI'ma tell that story all over again (Yeah)\nGet rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\nThey said I'd never switch it up\nBut I'm like three flows in on this verse\nSo what that tell you?\nThat tell me that these niggas do a lot of cheerleadin'\n(Lot of cheerleadin')\nAnd these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\nAnd the Butcher comin', motherfucker\nNever seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\nI got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\nBut we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\nI put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\nWhen y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\nI think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\nI play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\nI can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\nGiants Monday night football, I'm watchin' from the box (From the box)\nMe and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\nI'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\nYou make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\nYou makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\nThat's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop (Yeah)\nThen make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\nIt's the Butcher, nigga\nWhen y'all tell the tale\nMake sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\nA team that was one of one\nThat shifted everything\nThe culture was never the same after they got here\nStove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\nWe can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\nTen course, three houses (Skrrt)\nOne house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\nPerrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\nWe had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\nAny doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow, my nigga\nYou gotta recount it\nAyo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\nWheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\nMcLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\nOh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\nUh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\nThe cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White (Hahaha)\nIt started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\nNeedles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\nSparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\nVVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\nI've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\nThe trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\nIf you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\nGina Jackson face on a brick stamp\nLeft the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\nI went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\nGet low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\nThey askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\nQuarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\nIt ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\nAll that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\nI rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\nSpeed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\nAll the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\nMake 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\nHe tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\nThey shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\nFast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\nYou know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\nYou dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\nWe so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\nCould leave and come back, they'd still be fucked up in the same place\nLight you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\nLife dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\nChop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\nThen I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\nGhost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\nHe tried to run\nWe blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet (Boom)\nAll I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\nOn the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\nResidue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n(Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\nAll of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\nAll we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\nPop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\nPiss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\nY'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\nNah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\nY'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\nHe hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\nThrowin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n'Cause this shit'll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)\nGave bitches room, gave bitches doom\nLet me starve, so I made bitches food\nMade a lane and I made bitches move\nKilled niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\nFlow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\nThese hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\nLike they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\nCop keys of that cake, Ma\nStacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\nBig moves when the bricks move\nTouch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\nYoung girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\nEverybody from the block was lookin' to pop it, I was the monster who\nTook this shit to the top, boy\nLike I'm Shane or Sully, the game is funny\nWoah, what's happenin'?\nYeah, okay\nI'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\nGold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\nReal Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\nAll gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\nI'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\nAnd when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\nI bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\nCountin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\nJust a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\nSlidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\nThey never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\nI show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\nBangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\nIn the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh (Uh)\nMAC was made in Bangladesh\nSpray the steps, oops, I made a mess (Brrt)\nThey upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\nThey depressed, they wavin' white flags\nI'm still gon' wave this TEC (Hahaha)\nWe take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\nWe rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\nI cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\nI'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n(Talk to 'em)\nNiggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\nMy bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\nI don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\nReal pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\nI'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\nPast niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\nYeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\nLike I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\nBottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\nAll the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\nI bend your bitch, then tell her\n\"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\" (Goodbye)\nThen I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\nThink you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift (Talk to 'em)\nHiders called me from the Feds and said\n\"I'm glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"\nOh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\nOh, oh, oh (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\n(Gangsta Gri-zillz)\nWhen we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\nWe done lived it all\nWe the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\nWe came Back to the Future to be the Terminators of the Matrix\nWe the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\nSee, no Mission is Impossible when you this Fast and Furious\nNiggas Die Hard when we show 'em the Final Destination\nIt's been a pleasure\nHitler Wears Hermès 10\nDJ Drama\nAnd like that, we gone\nB-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\nGunn, holla at me\nLegendary, timeless\nJust make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n(Gangsta Gri-zillz)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Red Death (feat. Benny The Butcher, Stove God Cooks, Rome Streetz, Armani Caesar, Jay Worthy, Conway the Machine & Robby Takac)\n  artist: Westside Gunn; Benny The Butcher; Stove God Cooks; Rome Streetz; Armani Caesar; Jay Worthy; Conway the Machine; Robby Takac\n  album: '10'\n  duration_ms: 623000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  And now we've come to that time\n  Where the legend of Griselda lives forever\n  The Butcher comin' nigga\n  Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\n  Y'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\n  We the biggest (Biggest)\n  Yeah\n  I don't know nobody this hungry, I don't know nobody this humble\n  I don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan, I can switch jungles\n  I don't know nobody this gangsta, I don't know nobody this ready\n  Snatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\n  I don't know nobody this petty (Nah)\n  This where I take control of shit\n  This where I get to rap about sticks\n  And how we wrap bricks with petroleum\n  Clean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\n  My rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\n  West signed me, I was woke again\n  I'ma tell that story all over again (Yeah)\n  Get rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\n  They said I'd never switch it up\n  But I'm like three flows in on this verse\n  So what that tell you?\n  That tell me that these niggas do a lot of cheerleadin'\n  (Lot of cheerleadin')\n  And these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\n  And the Butcher comin', motherfucker\n  Never seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\n  I got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\n  But we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\n  I put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\n  When y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\n  I think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\n  I play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\n  I can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\n  Giants Monday night football, I'm watchin' from the box (From the box)\n  Me and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\n  I'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\n  You make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\n  You makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\n  That's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop (Yeah)\n  Then make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\n  It's the Butcher, nigga\n  When y'all tell the tale\n  Make sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\n  A team that was one of one\n  That shifted everything\n  The culture was never the same after they got here\n  Stove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\n  We can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\n  Ten course, three houses (Skrrt)\n  One house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\n  Perrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\n  We had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\n  Any doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow, my nigga\n  You gotta recount it\n  Ayo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\n  Wheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\n  McLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\n  Oh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  Uh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\n  The cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White (Hahaha)\n  It started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\n  Needles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\n  Sparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\n  VVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\n  I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\n  The trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\n  If you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\n  Gina Jackson face on a brick stamp\n  Left the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\n  I went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\n  Get low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\n  They askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\n  Quarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\n  It ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\n  All that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\n  I rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\n  Speed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\n  All the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\n  Make 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\n  He tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\n  They shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\n  Fast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\n  You know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\n  You dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\n  We so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\n  Could leave and come back, they'd still be fucked up in the same place\n  Light you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\n  Life dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\n  Chop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\n  Then I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\n  Ghost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\n  He tried to run\n  We blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet (Boom)\n  All I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\n  On the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\n  Residue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n  (Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\n  All of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\n  All we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\n  Pop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\n  Piss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\n  Y'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\n  Nah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\n  Y'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\n  He hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\n  Throwin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n  'Cause this shit'll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)\n  Gave bitches room, gave bitches doom\n  Let me starve, so I made bitches food\n  Made a lane and I made bitches move\n  Killed niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\n  Flow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\n  These hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\n  Like they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\n  Cop keys of that cake, Ma\n  Stacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\n  Big moves when the bricks move\n  Touch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\n  Young girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\n  Everybody from the block was lookin' to pop it, I was the monster who\n  Took this shit to the top, boy\n  Like I'm Shane or Sully, the game is funny\n  Woah, what's happenin'?\n  Yeah, okay\n  I'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\n  Gold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\n  Real Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\n  All gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\n  I'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\n  And when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\n  I bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\n  Countin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\n  Just a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\n  Slidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\n  They never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\n  I show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n  4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n  2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\n  Bangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\n  In the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh (Uh)\n  MAC was made in Bangladesh\n  Spray the steps, oops, I made a mess (Brrt)\n  They upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\n  They depressed, they wavin' white flags\n  I'm still gon' wave this TEC (Hahaha)\n  We take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\n  We rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\n  I cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\n  I'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n  (Talk to 'em)\n  Niggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\n  My bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\n  I don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n  (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  Real pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\n  I'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\n  Past niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\n  Yeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\n  Like I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\n  Bottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\n  All the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\n  I bend your bitch, then tell her\n  \"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\" (Goodbye)\n  Then I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\n  Think you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift (Talk to 'em)\n  Hiders called me from the Feds and said\n  \"I'm glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\n  Oh, oh, oh (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  When we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\n  We done lived it all\n  We the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\n  We came Back to the Future to be the Terminators of the Matrix\n  We the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\n  See, no Mission is Impossible when you this Fast and Furious\n  Niggas Die Hard when we show 'em the Final Destination\n  It's been a pleasure\n  Hitler Wears Hermès 10\n  DJ Drama\n  And like that, we gone\n  B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\n  Gunn, holla at me\n  Legendary, timeless\n  Just make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n  (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n"},{"id":2196013,"name":"Red Death (feat. Benny The Butcher, Stove God Cooks, Rome Streetz, Armani Caesar, Jay Worthy, Conway the Machine & Robby Takac)","trackName":"Red Death (feat. Benny The Butcher, Stove God Cooks, Rome Streetz, Armani Caesar, Jay Worthy, Conway the Machine & Robby Takac)","artistName":"Westside Gunn feat. Benny The Butcher, Stove God Cooks, Rome Streetz, Armani Caesar, Jay Worthy, Conway the Machine & Robby Takac","albumName":"10","duration":623.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And now we've come to that time\nWhere the legend of Griselda lives forever\nThe Butcher comin' nigga\nAyo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\nY'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\nWe the biggest (Biggest)\nYeah\nI don't know nobody this hungry, I don't know nobody this humble\nI don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan, I can switch jungles\nI don't know nobody this gangsta, I don't know nobody this ready\nSnatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\nI don't know nobody this petty (Nah)\nThis where I take control of shit\nThis where I get to rap about sticks\nAnd how we wrap bricks with petroleum\nClean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\nMy rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\nWest signed me, I was woke again\nI'ma tell that story all over again (Yeah)\nGet rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\nThey said I'd never switch it up\nBut I'm like three flows in on this verse\nSo what that tell you?\nThat tell me that these niggas do a lot of cheerleadin'\n(Lot of cheerleadin')\nAnd these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\nAnd the Butcher comin', motherfucker\nNever seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\nI got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\nBut we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\nI put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\nWhen y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\nI think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\nI play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\nI can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\nGiants Monday night football, I'm watchin' from the box (From the box)\nMe and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\nI'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\nYou make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\nYou makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\nThat's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop (Yeah)\nThen make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\nIt's the Butcher, nigga\nWhen y'all tell the tale\nMake sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\nA team that was one of one\nThat shifted everything\nThe culture was never the same after they got here\nStove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\nWe can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\nTen course, three houses (Skrrt)\nOne house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\nPerrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\nWe had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\nAny doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow, my nigga\nYou gotta recount it\nAyo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\nWheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\nMcLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\nOh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\nUh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\nThe cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White (Hahaha)\nIt started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\nNeedles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\nSparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\nVVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\nI've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\nThe trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\nIf you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\nGina Jackson face on a brick stamp\nLeft the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\nI went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\nGet low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\nThey askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\nQuarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\nIt ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\nAll that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\nI rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\nSpeed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\nAll the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\nMake 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\nHe tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\nThey shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\nFast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\nYou know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\nYou dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\nWe so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\nCould leave and come back, they'd still be fucked up in the same place\nLight you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\nLife dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\nChop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\nThen I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\nGhost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\nHe tried to run\nWe blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet (Boom)\nAll I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\nOn the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\nResidue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n(Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\nAll of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\nAll we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\nPop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\nPiss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\nY'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\nNah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\nY'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\nHe hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\nThrowin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n'Cause this shit'll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)\nGave bitches room, gave bitches doom\nLet me starve, so I made bitches food\nMade a lane and I made bitches move\nKilled niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\nFlow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\nThese hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\nLike they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\nCop keys of that cake, Ma\nStacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\nBig moves when the bricks move\nTouch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\nYoung girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\nEverybody from the block was lookin' to pop it, I was the monster who\nTook this shit to the top, boy\nLike I'm Shane or Sully, the game is funny\nWoah, what's happenin'?\nYeah, okay\nI'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\nGold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\nReal Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\nAll gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\nI'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\nAnd when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\nI bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\nCountin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\nJust a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\nSlidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\nThey never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\nI show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\nBangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\nIn the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh (Uh)\nMAC was made in Bangladesh\nSpray the steps, oops, I made a mess (Brrt)\nThey upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\nThey depressed, they wavin' white flags\nI'm still gon' wave this TEC (Hahaha)\nWe take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\nWe rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\nI cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\nI'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n(Talk to 'em)\nNiggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\nMy bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\nI don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\nReal pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\nI'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\nPast niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\nYeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\nLike I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\nBottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\nAll the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\nI bend your bitch, then tell her\n\"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\" (Goodbye)\nThen I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\nThink you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift (Talk to 'em)\nHiders called me from the Feds and said\n\"I'm glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"\nOh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\nOh, oh, oh (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\nOh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh\n(Gangsta Gri-zillz)\nWhen we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\nWe done lived it all\nWe the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\nWe came Back to the Future to be the Terminators of the Matrix\nWe the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\nSee, no Mission is Impossible when you this Fast and Furious\nNiggas Die Hard when we show 'em the Final Destination\nIt's been a pleasure\nHitler Wears Hermès 10\nDJ Drama\nAnd like that, we gone\nB-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\nGunn, holla at me\nLegendary, timeless\nJust make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n(Gangsta Gri-zillz)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.99] And now we've come to that time\n[00:05.99] Where the legend of Griselda lives forever\n[00:07.88] The Butcher comin' nigga\n[00:09.76] Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\n[00:12.91] Y'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\n[00:16.34] We the biggest (Biggest)\n[00:18.65] Yeah\n[00:19.97] I don't know nobody this hungry\n[00:20.80] I don't know nobody this humble\n[00:23.19] I don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan\n[00:25.30] I can switch jungles\n[00:26.69] I don't know nobody this gangsta\n[00:28.46] I don't know nobody this ready\n[00:30.24] Snatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\n[00:31.59] I don't know nobody this petty\n[00:33.09] (Nah)\n[00:33.34] This where I take control of shit\n[00:35.20] This where I get to rap about sticks and\n[00:37.26] How we wrap bricks with petroleum\n[00:38.70] Clean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\n[00:40.58] My rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\n[00:43.90] West signed me, I was woke again, I'ma tell that story all over again\n[00:47.05] (Yeah)\n[00:47.11] Get rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\n[00:50.21] They said I'd never switch it up, but\n[00:51.99] I'm like three flows in on this verse\n[00:53.71] So what that tell you? That tell me that these\n[00:55.53] Niggas do a lot of cheerleadin' (Lot of cheerleadin')\n[00:57.50] And these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\n[01:00.03] And the Butcher comin', motherfucker\n[01:01.75] Never seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\n[01:05.00] I got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\n[01:06.72] But we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\n[01:08.52] I put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\n[01:10.15] When y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\n[01:12.12] I think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\n[01:15.16] I play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\n[01:18.71] I can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\n[01:22.29] Giants Monday night football, I'm watchin'\n[01:24.45] From the box (From the box)\n[01:25.49] Me and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\n[01:27.30] I'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\n[01:30.06] You make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\n[01:32.05] You makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\n[01:35.34] That's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop\n[01:38.85] (Yeah)\n[01:39.55] Then make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\n[01:42.58] It's the Butcher, nigga\n[01:43.95] When y'all tell the tale\n[01:46.82] Make sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\n[01:50.18] A team that was one of one\n[01:54.13] That shifted everything\n[01:57.93] The culture was never the same after they got here\n[02:00.74] Stove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\n[02:04.96] We can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\n[02:08.07] Ten course, three houses (Skrrt)\n[02:09.70] One house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\n[02:13.49] Perrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\n[02:16.43] We had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\n[02:20.03] Any doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow\n[02:23.39] My nigga you gotta recount it\n[02:25.29] Ayo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\n[02:28.01] Wheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\n[02:31.91] McLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\n[02:35.17] Oh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n[02:39.94] Uh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\n[02:42.57] The cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White\n[02:45.93] (Hahaha)\n[02:46.46] It started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\n[02:49.16] Needles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\n[02:51.99] Sparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\n[02:55.17] VVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\n[02:59.87] I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\n[03:01.98] The trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\n[03:05.57] If you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\n[03:08.63] Gina Jackson face on a brick stamp\n[03:11.62] Left the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\n[03:14.06] I went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\n[03:17.55] Get low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\n[03:19.79] They askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\n[03:22.85] Quarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\n[03:26.49] It ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\n[03:30.33] All that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\n[03:33.89] I rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\n[03:36.24] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[03:39.89] Oh, oh, oh\n[03:43.66] Oh, oh, oh\n[03:45.94] Oh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\n[03:51.47] Speed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\n[03:56.28] All the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\n[03:59.95] Make 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\n[04:03.16] He tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\n[04:06.67] They shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\n[04:10.56] Fast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\n[04:14.07] You know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\n[04:17.53] You dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\n[04:20.70] We so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\n[04:24.14] Could leave and come back, they'd still\n[04:26.16] Be fucked up in the same place\n[04:27.75] Light you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\n[04:31.19] Life dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\n[04:34.43] Chop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\n[04:38.13] Then I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\n[04:41.94] Ghost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\n[04:44.21] He tried to run, we blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet\n[04:48.38] (Boom)\n[04:49.78] All I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\n[04:52.43] On the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\n[04:56.03] Residue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n[04:59.13] (Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\n[05:00.91] All of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\n[05:01.59] All we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\n[05:03.62] Pop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\n[05:06.13] Piss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\n[05:10.18] Y'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\n[05:13.95] Nah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\n[05:16.82] Y'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\n[05:18.22] He hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\n[05:19.99] Throwin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n[05:21.70] 'Cause this shit'll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)\n[05:23.70] Gave bitches room, gave bitches doom\n[05:25.63] Let me starve, so I made bitches food\n[05:27.67] Made a lane and I made bitches move\n[05:29.96] Killed niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\n[05:32.29] Flow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\n[05:33.73] These hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\n[05:37.48] Like they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\n[05:39.38] Cop keys of that cake, Ma\n[05:40.96] Stacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\n[05:43.64] Big moves when the bricks move\n[05:45.33] Touch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\n[05:47.85] Young girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\n[05:50.88] Everybody from the block was lookin' to pop it\n[05:53.15] I was the monster who\n[05:54.40] Took this shit to the top, boy, like I'm Shane or Sully\n[05:56.79] The game is funny\n[05:57.94] Woah, what's happenin'?\n[06:05.27] Yeah, okay\n[06:08.71] I'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\n[06:12.27] Gold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\n[06:15.59] Real Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\n[06:19.51] All gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\n[06:22.78] I'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\n[06:26.00] And when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\n[06:29.65] I bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\n[06:33.14] Countin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\n[06:36.65] Just a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\n[06:40.57] Slidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\n[06:43.98] They never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\n[06:47.64] I show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n[06:50.98] 4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n[06:54.48] 2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\n[06:58.08] Bangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\n[07:01.03] In the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\n[07:05.13] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[07:09.68] Oh, oh, oh\n[07:13.36] Oh, oh, oh\n[07:16.82] Oh, oh, oh (Uh)\n[07:26.88] MAC was made in Bangladesh, spray the steps\n[07:29.32] Oops i made a mess (Brrt)\n[07:33.56] They upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\n[07:36.71] They depressed, they wavin' white flags, I'm still gon' wave this TEC\n[07:40.47] (Hahaha)\n[07:40.64] We take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\n[07:43.66] We rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\n[07:47.07] I cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\n[07:50.72] I'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n[07:54.29] (Talk to 'em)\n[07:54.83] Niggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\n[07:57.82] My bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\n[08:01.18] I don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n[08:04.72] (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n[08:06.04] Real pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\n[08:08.34] I'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\n[08:11.94] Past niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\n[08:15.39] Yeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\n[08:18.29] Like I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\n[08:22.39] Bottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\n[08:24.87] All the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\n[08:27.66] I bend your bitch, then tell her \"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\"\n[08:30.83] (Goodbye)\n[08:31.75] Then I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\n[08:34.35] Think you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift\n[08:37.93] (Talk to 'em)\n[08:38.68] Hiders called me from the Feds and said\n[08:40.99] \"I'm glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"\n[08:43.80] Oh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\n[08:49.35] Oh, oh, oh\n[08:51.21] (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\n[08:52.68] Oh, oh, oh\n[08:54.86] Oh, oh, oh\n[08:58.08] (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n[09:02.17] When we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\n[09:05.64] We done lived it all\n[09:07.40] We the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\n[09:13.34] We came Back to the Future to\n[09:16.60] Be the Terminators of the Matrix\n[09:18.32] We the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\n[09:23.13] See, no Mission is Impossible\n[09:25.54] When you this Fast and Furious\n[09:28.14] Niggas Die Hard when\n[09:30.11] We show 'em the Final Destination\n[09:31.97] It's been a pleasure\n[09:37.19] Hitler Wears Hermès 10\n[09:41.56] DJ Drama\n[09:46.10] And like that, we gone\n[09:51.87] B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\n[09:55.16] Gunn, holla at me\n[09:59.48] Legendary, timeless\n[10:04.94] Just make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n[10:07.83] (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n[10:10.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Red Death (feat. Benny The Butcher, Stove God Cooks, Rome Streetz, Armani Caesar, Jay Worthy, Conway the Machine & Robby Takac)\n  artist: Westside Gunn feat. Benny The Butcher, Stove God Cooks, Rome Streetz, Armani Caesar, Jay Worthy, Conway the Machine & Robby Takac\n  album: '10'\n  duration_ms: 623000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: And now we've come to that time\n  start_ms: 1990\n  end_ms: 5990\n- text: Where the legend of Griselda lives forever\n  start_ms: 5990\n  end_ms: 7880\n- text: The Butcher comin' nigga\n  start_ms: 7880\n  end_ms: 9760\n- text: Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\n  start_ms: 9760\n  end_ms: 12910\n- text: Y'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\n  start_ms: 12910\n  end_ms: 16340\n- text: We the biggest (Biggest)\n  start_ms: 16340\n  end_ms: 18650\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 18650\n  end_ms: 19970\n- text: I don't know nobody this hungry\n  start_ms: 19970\n  end_ms: 20800\n- text: I don't know nobody this humble\n  start_ms: 20800\n  end_ms: 23190\n- text: I don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan\n  start_ms: 23190\n  end_ms: 25300\n- text: I can switch jungles\n  start_ms: 25300\n  end_ms: 26690\n- text: I don't know nobody this gangsta\n  start_ms: 26690\n  end_ms: 28460\n- text: I don't know nobody this ready\n  start_ms: 28460\n  end_ms: 30240\n- text: Snatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\n  start_ms: 30240\n  end_ms: 31590\n- text: I don't know nobody this petty\n  start_ms: 31590\n  end_ms: 33090\n- text: (Nah)\n  start_ms: 33090\n  end_ms: 33340\n- text: This where I take control of shit\n  start_ms: 33340\n  end_ms: 35200\n- text: This where I get to rap about sticks and\n  start_ms: 35200\n  end_ms: 37260\n- text: How we wrap bricks with petroleum\n  start_ms: 37260\n  end_ms: 38700\n- text: Clean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 38700\n  end_ms: 40580\n- text: My rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\n  start_ms: 40580\n  end_ms: 43900\n- text: West signed me, I was woke again, I'ma tell that story all over again\n  start_ms: 43900\n  end_ms: 47050\n- text: (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 47050\n  end_ms: 47110\n- text: Get rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\n  start_ms: 47110\n  end_ms: 50210\n- text: They said I'd never switch it up, but\n  start_ms: 50210\n  end_ms: 51990\n- text: I'm like three flows in on this verse\n  start_ms: 51990\n  end_ms: 53710\n- text: So what that tell you? That tell me that these\n  start_ms: 53710\n  end_ms: 55530\n- text: Niggas do a lot of cheerleadin' (Lot of cheerleadin')\n  start_ms: 55530\n  end_ms: 57500\n- text: And these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\n  start_ms: 57500\n  end_ms: 60030\n- text: And the Butcher comin', motherfucker\n  start_ms: 60030\n  end_ms: 61750\n- text: Never seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\n  start_ms: 61750\n  end_ms: 65000\n- text: I got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\n  start_ms: 65000\n  end_ms: 66720\n- text: But we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\n  start_ms: 66720\n  end_ms: 68520\n- text: I put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 68520\n  end_ms: 70150\n- text: When y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\n  start_ms: 70150\n  end_ms: 72120\n- text: I think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\n  start_ms: 72120\n  end_ms: 75160\n- text: I play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\n  start_ms: 75160\n  end_ms: 78710\n- text: I can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\n  start_ms: 78710\n  end_ms: 82290\n- text: Giants Monday night football, I'm watchin'\n  start_ms: 82290\n  end_ms: 84450\n- text: From the box (From the box)\n  start_ms: 84450\n  end_ms: 85490\n- text: Me and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\n  start_ms: 85490\n  end_ms: 87300\n- text: I'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\n  start_ms: 87300\n  end_ms: 90060\n- text: You make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 90060\n  end_ms: 92050\n- text: You makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\n  start_ms: 92050\n  end_ms: 95340\n- text: That's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop\n  start_ms: 95340\n  end_ms: 98850\n- text: (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 98850\n  end_ms: 99550\n- text: Then make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\n  start_ms: 99550\n  end_ms: 102580\n- text: It's the Butcher, nigga\n  start_ms: 102580\n  end_ms: 103950\n- text: When y'all tell the tale\n  start_ms: 103950\n  end_ms: 106820\n- text: Make sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\n  start_ms: 106820\n  end_ms: 110180\n- text: A team that was one of one\n  start_ms: 110180\n  end_ms: 114130\n- text: That shifted everything\n  start_ms: 114130\n  end_ms: 117930\n- text: The culture was never the same after they got here\n  start_ms: 117930\n  end_ms: 120740\n- text: Stove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\n  start_ms: 120740\n  end_ms: 124960\n- text: We can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\n  start_ms: 124960\n  end_ms: 128070\n- text: Ten course, three houses (Skrrt)\n  start_ms: 128070\n  end_ms: 129700\n- text: One house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\n  start_ms: 129700\n  end_ms: 133490\n- text: Perrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\n  start_ms: 133490\n  end_ms: 136430\n- text: We had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\n  start_ms: 136430\n  end_ms: 140030\n- text: Any doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow\n  start_ms: 140030\n  end_ms: 143390\n- text: My nigga you gotta recount it\n  start_ms: 143390\n  end_ms: 145290\n- text: Ayo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\n  start_ms: 145290\n  end_ms: 148010\n- text: Wheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\n  start_ms: 148010\n  end_ms: 151910\n- text: McLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\n  start_ms: 151910\n  end_ms: 155170\n- text: Oh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  start_ms: 155170\n  end_ms: 159940\n- text: Uh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\n  start_ms: 159940\n  end_ms: 162570\n- text: The cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White\n  start_ms: 162570\n  end_ms: 165930\n- text: (Hahaha)\n  start_ms: 165930\n  end_ms: 166460\n- text: It started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\n  start_ms: 166460\n  end_ms: 169160\n- text: Needles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\n  start_ms: 169160\n  end_ms: 171990\n- text: Sparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\n  start_ms: 171990\n  end_ms: 175170\n- text: VVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\n  start_ms: 175170\n  end_ms: 179870\n- text: I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\n  start_ms: 179870\n  end_ms: 181980\n- text: The trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\n  start_ms: 181980\n  end_ms: 185570\n- text: If you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\n  start_ms: 185570\n  end_ms: 188630\n- text: Gina Jackson face on a brick stamp\n  start_ms: 188630\n  end_ms: 191620\n- text: Left the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\n  start_ms: 191620\n  end_ms: 194060\n- text: I went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\n  start_ms: 194060\n  end_ms: 197550\n- text: Get low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\n  start_ms: 197550\n  end_ms: 199790\n- text: They askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\n  start_ms: 199790\n  end_ms: 202850\n- text: Quarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\n  start_ms: 202850\n  end_ms: 206490\n- text: It ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\n  start_ms: 206490\n  end_ms: 210330\n- text: All that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\n  start_ms: 210330\n  end_ms: 213890\n- text: I rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\n  start_ms: 213890\n  end_ms: 216240\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 216240\n  end_ms: 219890\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 219890\n  end_ms: 223660\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 223660\n  end_ms: 225940\n- text: Oh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\n  start_ms: 225940\n  end_ms: 231470\n- text: Speed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\n  start_ms: 231470\n  end_ms: 236280\n- text: All the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\n  start_ms: 236280\n  end_ms: 239950\n- text: Make 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\n  start_ms: 239950\n  end_ms: 243160\n- text: He tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\n  start_ms: 243160\n  end_ms: 246670\n- text: They shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\n  start_ms: 246670\n  end_ms: 250560\n- text: Fast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\n  start_ms: 250560\n  end_ms: 254070\n- text: You know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\n  start_ms: 254070\n  end_ms: 257530\n- text: You dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\n  start_ms: 257530\n  end_ms: 260700\n- text: We so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\n  start_ms: 260700\n  end_ms: 264140\n- text: Could leave and come back, they'd still\n  start_ms: 264140\n  end_ms: 266160\n- text: Be fucked up in the same place\n  start_ms: 266160\n  end_ms: 267750\n- text: Light you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\n  start_ms: 267750\n  end_ms: 271190\n- text: Life dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\n  start_ms: 271190\n  end_ms: 274430\n- text: Chop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\n  start_ms: 274430\n  end_ms: 278130\n- text: Then I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\n  start_ms: 278130\n  end_ms: 281940\n- text: Ghost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\n  start_ms: 281940\n  end_ms: 284210\n- text: He tried to run, we blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet\n  start_ms: 284210\n  end_ms: 288380\n- text: (Boom)\n  start_ms: 288380\n  end_ms: 289780\n- text: All I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\n  start_ms: 289780\n  end_ms: 292430\n- text: On the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\n  start_ms: 292430\n  end_ms: 296030\n- text: Residue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n  start_ms: 296030\n  end_ms: 299130\n- text: (Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\n  start_ms: 299130\n  end_ms: 300910\n- text: All of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\n  start_ms: 300910\n  end_ms: 301590\n- text: All we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\n  start_ms: 301590\n  end_ms: 303620\n- text: Pop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\n  start_ms: 303620\n  end_ms: 306130\n- text: Piss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\n  start_ms: 306130\n  end_ms: 310180\n- text: Y'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\n  start_ms: 310180\n  end_ms: 313950\n- text: Nah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\n  start_ms: 313950\n  end_ms: 316820\n- text: Y'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 316820\n  end_ms: 318220\n- text: He hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\n  start_ms: 318220\n  end_ms: 319990\n- text: Throwin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n  start_ms: 319990\n  end_ms: 321700\n- text: '''Cause this shit''ll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)'\n  start_ms: 321700\n  end_ms: 323700\n- text: Gave bitches room, gave bitches doom\n  start_ms: 323700\n  end_ms: 325630\n- text: Let me starve, so I made bitches food\n  start_ms: 325630\n  end_ms: 327670\n- text: Made a lane and I made bitches move\n  start_ms: 327670\n  end_ms: 329960\n- text: Killed niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\n  start_ms: 329960\n  end_ms: 332290\n- text: Flow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\n  start_ms: 332290\n  end_ms: 333730\n- text: These hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\n  start_ms: 333730\n  end_ms: 337480\n- text: Like they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\n  start_ms: 337480\n  end_ms: 339380\n- text: Cop keys of that cake, Ma\n  start_ms: 339380\n  end_ms: 340960\n- text: Stacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\n  start_ms: 340960\n  end_ms: 343640\n- text: Big moves when the bricks move\n  start_ms: 343640\n  end_ms: 345330\n- text: Touch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\n  start_ms: 345330\n  end_ms: 347850\n- text: Young girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\n  start_ms: 347850\n  end_ms: 350880\n- text: Everybody from the block was lookin' to pop it\n  start_ms: 350880\n  end_ms: 353150\n- text: I was the monster who\n  start_ms: 353150\n  end_ms: 354400\n- text: Took this shit to the top, boy, like I'm Shane or Sully\n  start_ms: 354400\n  end_ms: 356790\n- text: The game is funny\n  start_ms: 356790\n  end_ms: 357940\n- text: Woah, what's happenin'?\n  start_ms: 357940\n  end_ms: 365270\n- text: Yeah, okay\n  start_ms: 365270\n  end_ms: 368710\n- text: I'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\n  start_ms: 368710\n  end_ms: 372270\n- text: Gold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\n  start_ms: 372270\n  end_ms: 375590\n- text: Real Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\n  start_ms: 375590\n  end_ms: 379510\n- text: All gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\n  start_ms: 379510\n  end_ms: 382780\n- text: I'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\n  start_ms: 382780\n  end_ms: 386000\n- text: And when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\n  start_ms: 386000\n  end_ms: 389650\n- text: I bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\n  start_ms: 389650\n  end_ms: 393140\n- text: Countin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\n  start_ms: 393140\n  end_ms: 396650\n- text: Just a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\n  start_ms: 396650\n  end_ms: 400570\n- text: Slidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\n  start_ms: 400570\n  end_ms: 403980\n- text: They never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\n  start_ms: 403980\n  end_ms: 407640\n- text: I show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n  start_ms: 407640\n  end_ms: 410980\n- text: 4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n  start_ms: 410980\n  end_ms: 414480\n- text: 2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\n  start_ms: 414480\n  end_ms: 418080\n- text: Bangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\n  start_ms: 418080\n  end_ms: 421030\n- text: In the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\n  start_ms: 421030\n  end_ms: 425130\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 425130\n  end_ms: 429680\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 429680\n  end_ms: 433360\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 433360\n  end_ms: 436820\n- text: Oh, oh, oh (Uh)\n  start_ms: 436820\n  end_ms: 446880\n- text: MAC was made in Bangladesh, spray the steps\n  start_ms: 446880\n  end_ms: 449320\n- text: Oops i made a mess (Brrt)\n  start_ms: 449320\n  end_ms: 453560\n- text: They upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\n  start_ms: 453560\n  end_ms: 456710\n- text: They depressed, they wavin' white flags, I'm still gon' wave this TEC\n  start_ms: 456710\n  end_ms: 460470\n- text: (Hahaha)\n  start_ms: 460470\n  end_ms: 460640\n- text: We take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\n  start_ms: 460640\n  end_ms: 463660\n- text: We rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\n  start_ms: 463660\n  end_ms: 467070\n- text: I cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\n  start_ms: 467070\n  end_ms: 470720\n- text: I'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n  start_ms: 470720\n  end_ms: 474290\n- text: (Talk to 'em)\n  start_ms: 474290\n  end_ms: 474830\n- text: Niggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\n  start_ms: 474830\n  end_ms: 477820\n- text: My bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\n  start_ms: 477820\n  end_ms: 481180\n- text: I don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n  start_ms: 481180\n  end_ms: 484720\n- text: (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  start_ms: 484720\n  end_ms: 486040\n- text: Real pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\n  start_ms: 486040\n  end_ms: 488340\n- text: I'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\n  start_ms: 488340\n  end_ms: 491940\n- text: Past niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\n  start_ms: 491940\n  end_ms: 495390\n- text: Yeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\n  start_ms: 495390\n  end_ms: 498290\n- text: Like I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\n  start_ms: 498290\n  end_ms: 502390\n- text: Bottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 502390\n  end_ms: 504870\n- text: All the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\n  start_ms: 504870\n  end_ms: 507660\n- text: I bend your bitch, then tell her \"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\"\n  start_ms: 507660\n  end_ms: 510830\n- text: (Goodbye)\n  start_ms: 510830\n  end_ms: 511750\n- text: Then I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\n  start_ms: 511750\n  end_ms: 514350\n- text: Think you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift\n  start_ms: 514350\n  end_ms: 517930\n- text: (Talk to 'em)\n  start_ms: 517930\n  end_ms: 518680\n- text: Hiders called me from the Feds and said\n  start_ms: 518680\n  end_ms: 520990\n- text: '\"I''m glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"'\n  start_ms: 520990\n  end_ms: 523800\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\n  start_ms: 523800\n  end_ms: 529350\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 529350\n  end_ms: 531210\n- text: (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\n  start_ms: 531210\n  end_ms: 532680\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 532680\n  end_ms: 534860\n- text: Oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 534860\n  end_ms: 538080\n- text: (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  start_ms: 538080\n  end_ms: 542170\n- text: When we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\n  start_ms: 542170\n  end_ms: 545640\n- text: We done lived it all\n  start_ms: 545640\n  end_ms: 547400\n- text: We the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\n  start_ms: 547400\n  end_ms: 553340\n- text: We came Back to the Future to\n  start_ms: 553340\n  end_ms: 556600\n- text: Be the Terminators of the Matrix\n  start_ms: 556600\n  end_ms: 558320\n- text: We the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\n  start_ms: 558320\n  end_ms: 563130\n- text: See, no Mission is Impossible\n  start_ms: 563130\n  end_ms: 565540\n- text: When you this Fast and Furious\n  start_ms: 565540\n  end_ms: 568140\n- text: Niggas Die Hard when\n  start_ms: 568140\n  end_ms: 570110\n- text: We show 'em the Final Destination\n  start_ms: 570110\n  end_ms: 571970\n- text: It's been a pleasure\n  start_ms: 571970\n  end_ms: 577190\n- text: Hitler Wears Hermès 10\n  start_ms: 577190\n  end_ms: 581560\n- text: DJ Drama\n  start_ms: 581560\n  end_ms: 586100\n- text: And like that, we gone\n  start_ms: 586100\n  end_ms: 591870\n- text: B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\n  start_ms: 591870\n  end_ms: 595160\n- text: Gunn, holla at me\n  start_ms: 595160\n  end_ms: 599480\n- text: Legendary, timeless\n  start_ms: 599480\n  end_ms: 604940\n- text: Just make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n  start_ms: 604940\n  end_ms: 607830\n- text: (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  start_ms: 607830\n  end_ms: 610620\nplain: |-\n  And now we've come to that time\n  Where the legend of Griselda lives forever\n  The Butcher comin' nigga\n  Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now (The Butcher)\n  Y'all niggas should know by now that Griselda the flag\n  We the biggest (Biggest)\n  Yeah\n  I don't know nobody this hungry, I don't know nobody this humble\n  I don't know nobody this fearless, with Tarzan, I can switch jungles\n  I don't know nobody this gangsta, I don't know nobody this ready\n  Snatch a chain off a rapper bitch?\n  I don't know nobody this petty (Nah)\n  This where I take control of shit\n  This where I get to rap about sticks\n  And how we wrap bricks with petroleum\n  Clean strips like custodians (Uh-huh)\n  My rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in\n  West signed me, I was woke again\n  I'ma tell that story all over again (Yeah)\n  Get rich first, then get your homies rich, it works\n  They said I'd never switch it up\n  But I'm like three flows in on this verse\n  So what that tell you?\n  That tell me that these niggas do a lot of cheerleadin'\n  (Lot of cheerleadin')\n  And these niggas gon' run in high when the scan season\n  And the Butcher comin', motherfucker\n  Never seen a pot (Pot), you never seen a blender (A blender)\n  I got this white bitch with me (This white bitch with me)\n  But we ain't meet on Tinder (Uh-uh)\n  I put my feet on niggas (Uh-huh)\n  When y'all speak to niggas (Those niggas?)\n  I think of my sons, I need a carseat for niggas (Those niggas?)\n  I play the game like Larry Bird, you know that street code, nigga\n  I can shoot for three or I might Victor Oladipo niggas (Ah)\n  Giants Monday night football, I'm watchin' from the box (From the box)\n  Me and OG Juan and Lil Uzi takin' shots\n  I'm placin' bets and takin' pots (Takin' pots)\n  You make a move, I make it hot (Uh-huh)\n  You makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then, man, fuck that\n  That's pre-school, you run down on niggas and you make 'em cop (Yeah)\n  Then make sure you sleep with that machine gun like Megan Fox\n  It's the Butcher, nigga\n  When y'all tell the tale\n  Make sure you tell that nobody did it like Griselda did it\n  A team that was one of one\n  That shifted everything\n  The culture was never the same after they got here\n  Stove God, Rome Streetz, my niggas 'bout it, 'bout it\n  We can break the whole shit down, go ounce for ounces\n  Ten course, three houses (Skrrt)\n  One house so fly, you can't even sit on the couches\n  Perrier fountains (Ah), I heard the feds watchin'\n  We had to re-route, took it through the Carolinas\n  Any doubt and we'll be here 'til tomorrow, my nigga\n  You gotta recount it\n  Ayo, used to get vicious on the TV screen\n  Wheat Timbs match the tans, the black match the greens\n  McLaren P1 (Skrrt), with the M16\n  Oh, I (Oh, I), oh, I (Oh, I, Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  Uh, G-Wagon mornings and Porsche nights (Stove)\n  The cars that'll cost your life (Haha) rain boots Off-White (Hahaha)\n  It started dissolvin' in the water, I lost sight (I did)\n  Needles in the arm for the dog bite (Woo)\n  Sparkles on a brick, that's what God like (That's what God like)\n  VVS's dancin' in the ring like Shawn Michaels, that's a light show\n  I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a pipe full (Woo)\n  The trap phone just kept ringin' like Mike with the Bulls (Woo)\n  If you could, you would, nigga, but you can't (You can't)\n  Gina Jackson face on a brick stamp\n  Left the scale wet, the shit still was damp (It was)\n  I went Dan Marjerle out in Phoenix, had to lay up (Haha)\n  Get low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (Bah, bah, bah)\n  They askin' \"Who the best?\" I'm like \"It may be us\" (Brr, bah)\n  Quarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)\n  It ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done (Hahaha)\n  All that Jeff Van Gundy shit, get a gun to your shit\n  I rock it, stop it, Louis Vuitton moccasins\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh (Ayo, check)\n  Speed in a Benz now, before it was the mega bus with bundles\n  All the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled\n  Make 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more tracks than Hitler 8\n  He tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace\n  They shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space\n  Fast forward, now we in Paris, swiggin' bottles of Ace\n  You know the case, all the bitches love me like I'm '98 Ma$e\n  You dirty square niggas won't ever be in better shape\n  We so far ahead of these niggas, it's no one in the race\n  Could leave and come back, they'd still be fucked up in the same place\n  Light you up like Richard Pryor with a pipe full of base\n  Life dealt them bad cards, he got popped in his poker face\n  Chop your head, stone cold was how I left a rattlesnake\n  Then I hit the rock with the razor's edge on a paper plate\n  Ghost guns, we keep hearin' weapons\n  He tried to run\n  We blew at the back of his head like a Rams helmet (Boom)\n  All I needed was a skirt, I told the plug to mail it\n  On the dark web, I know the method like RZA do\n  Residue on my digital, you niggas minuscule\n  (Y'all know who the motherfuck it is)\n  All of my shit is dope (Yeah) put it on a spoon\n  All we fuckin' do is, all we fuckin—\n  Pop tags, get more and more rats, in stores, y'all trash\n  Piss poor, big bills, tall stacks, y'all cats lil' boys\n  Y'all wanna come fuck with the queen? (Bitch)\n  Nah, I'll pass, Chris Paul\n  Y'all know what West and 'Mani do (Yeah)\n  He hold the wheel, I'm shootin' off the room (Grrah)\n  Throwin' shots, I hope they ninety proof\n  'Cause this shit'll get real shiesty, pooh (Uh-huh)\n  Gave bitches room, gave bitches doom\n  Let me starve, so I made bitches food\n  Made a lane and I made bitches move\n  Killed niggas and I spray bitches too (Woo)\n  Flow hard, 'cause I go hard (Uh)\n  These hoes ain't on they job, dope fiend with the J-nod\n  Like they just came from the graveyard (Ah)\n  Cop keys of that cake, Ma\n  Stacks on deck, like it's Cape Cod (Like it's Cape Cod)\n  Big moves when the bricks move\n  Touch down, hit the jeweler, need a bustdown\n  Young girl from the Buff' that did the impossible (Yup)\n  Everybody from the block was lookin' to pop it, I was the monster who\n  Took this shit to the top, boy\n  Like I'm Shane or Sully, the game is funny\n  Woah, what's happenin'?\n  Yeah, okay\n  I'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight\n  Gold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no plates\n  Real Ps, no yees, we don't know no base\n  All gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates\n  I'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where us all P shakes\n  And when the barrels hit the corner then we hop them gates\n  I bounce, I rock, I roll, I skate\n  Countin' hundred-dollar bills, cuttin' dope on a plate\n  Just a Westside nigga in Harlem, I tuck my P high\n  Slidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside\n  They never heard B-Brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride\n  I show you how to do this like the greatest of all time\n  4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line\n  2L, Roy 'Nella nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides\n  Bangin' on Wax, we only heard of the B-side\n  In the bity where it's brackin', Blood, I live in a beehive\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh (Uh)\n  MAC was made in Bangladesh\n  Spray the steps, oops, I made a mess (Brrt)\n  They upset, they down two, they concerned 'cause they regress\n  They depressed, they wavin' white flags\n  I'm still gon' wave this TEC (Hahaha)\n  We take no threats lightly, you likely gettin' a halo next\n  We rivals like when the Yankees go play the Mets, go place your bets\n  I cook a half, my man cooked a half, and J gon' taste and test\n  I'm battlin' my chef to see whose shit better like Rae and Meth\n  (Talk to 'em)\n  Niggas on that Rayful Ed, SB is Grateful Dead\n  My bitch is J. Lo bad, I get fellatio, the Grateful Head (Ha)\n  I don't beef with rappers, I fill this Wraith up with Draco' lead\n  (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  Real pressure, think you a real stepper? I break your legs (Haha)\n  I'm way ahead, did it with no real effort, the way I sped\n  Past niggas, just ask niggas (Go ask them niggas, man)\n  Yeah, how you gon' fix your lips to talk to me crazy\n  Like I won't split your shit or put up a dub to get you fixed? ('Kay)\n  Bottles meant with sticks and extendo clips (Uh-huh)\n  All the handhelds like Nintendo Switch (Boom, boom, boom)\n  I bend your bitch, then tell her\n  \"You can go, I'll send your Lyft\" (Goodbye)\n  Then I sped off so fast, I made the Benzo drift (Huh)\n  Think you puttin' work in, I'll come and end your shift (Talk to 'em)\n  Hiders called me from the Feds and said\n  \"I'm glad you made it, my nigga, this been your gift\"\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh (Machine, bitch, what's happenin, bitch?)\n  Oh, oh, oh (Can't do shit, get in your bag, king, nigga, yeah)\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh\n  (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n  When we talk finales, you can compare us to all of 'em\n  We done lived it all\n  We the Godfathers, we the Avengers in the Infinity War\n  We came Back to the Future to be the Terminators of the Matrix\n  We the Lord of the Rings that hold the Hunger Games\n  See, no Mission is Impossible when you this Fast and Furious\n  Niggas Die Hard when we show 'em the Final Destination\n  It's been a pleasure\n  Hitler Wears Hermès 10\n  DJ Drama\n  And like that, we gone\n  B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Boom\n  Gunn, holla at me\n  Legendary, timeless\n  Just make sure when the story's told, it's told correctly\n  (Gangsta Gri-zillz)\n"}]