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Ray Lewis lyrics by Spectacular Diagnostics, Westside Gunn, Conway the Machine

(ayo ayo)

(Westside Gunn)
All my hands gonna show 30
Shooting up the beamer, I8 did it dirty
Mixing Dom Perignon with Ace when I’m thirsty
Got expensive taste, gorilla heads on the jersey, let’s bake
Giving bricks away cheaper no middle man
Gatling on the G5 Wagon, bro’ spinning like a ceiling fan
If life is cards I want the dealer’s hands
I’m used to telegrams, wrapping bricks, vaseline on the Saran
You couldn’t understand unless you took the stand
In this low top raps nigga, you trash
We’re from the have-nots
My man killed my man for cash, still got his blood on the bag
Kicking door for flour, four in the morning, catch you snoring Waving forward everybody thats important
My youngest daughter snorting, you know what that means
30 bodies in 30 days, we had to earn our name

(doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo)

(Conway the Machine)
We like Magic and Kareem
Bust the brick out the plastic and set it on the Beam’
Fly god ski mask, my jacket was supreme
I said fuck your favorite rapper, that’s exactly what I mean
My little head busted, strap was in his jeans
Snort a 50 and get to wacking everything
If I greenlight it, homie ain’t nothing about me make believe
2 .380 ACPS in the APC
Nobody fucking with me and Wes’
Don Z Mets, plaid cloth T, misplaced checks
I’m Peyton Manning with a minute left
My woe got a dog who said he ain’t get life so he’s feeling blessed
I’ve been a threat, watch these fuck niggas scurry off
Shooting like Clay Thompson when Curry off
Nigga go ahead and play stupid, the K’s shooting
Knock your fucking helmet off like Ray Lewis