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Versuri Westside Gunn – PRICK lyrics

[Intro: Brother Tom Sos]
One, two, one, two, one, two, one, two
One, two, one, two, one, two, one, two
Uh, uh, listen, hmm

[Verse 1: Brother Tom Sos]
They think my life is perfect, they think it’s ideal (Woo)
They think I got it all inside just like I’m IKEA (Woo)
Truth be told, I’m ‘bout as empty as a popped bottle
They see I make it look good, America’s top model
I’m still a top dog, I’m still the big homie
Attended too many funerals of my little homies
And I can’t lie, the road that I’m on gets a little lonely
Nobody wanna get it with me, just wanna get it from me
Always a handout, always a sad story
Nеver, „How you doing?” Always, „What you have for me?”
And I’m assеd out (Woo), credit card maxed out (Woo)
But as soon as you say no, throwin’ rocks at your glass house (Woo)
But on the bright side, I’m livin’ my dreams
You small fries, I need my cheese, extra gravy like poutine
I been on that winnin’ streak like it’s a part of my routine
And I spoke it to existence, all of this shit was foreseen
And if you ever had a dream, you know exactly what I mean

[Chorus: Brother Tom Sos]
When I look outside my window, all I see is dope fiends and broken dreams
And then I thank God ‘cause it could’ve been me
If it wasn’t for this art, then it would’ve been me
Rest in peace to all my dogs, man, it should’ve been me
I said it could’ve been, would’ve been and should’ve been
But it wasn’t
And I’m grateful
So grateful
Said I’m grateful
So grateful

[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, peace to Bum City (Peace)
Peace to Death Alley (Peace)
Alley-way upstate, hit Paris for a patty (Ah)
Gucci two-piece
Fillmore rockin’, it was Juneteenth
Had to go to Bennett for summer school
You knew me, I came from that
Grover Cleveland bitches on my Nautica (Woo)
Most popular (Woo)
Hit the Taliban to chop it up
Seen a watch for afar and binoculars
Peace to Killa Tone and Mayweather, they’ll put you in a hospital
Sly got life, but we pray for the impossible
Shay died from COVID, when I gotta go, I gotta go
That’s why I thank God every day, all day
When shit get hot
I sip Libby’s Lemonade in the shade
Pardon my ways, but my wrist gotta be six figures
I always knew I’d be this nigga
But it’s all about the youth now
Used to bag up two-point-two pounds
Got my own shoe now (Woo)
Dump, I know you proud (You proud)
Airholes make the TEC bool down (Grrt)
Airholes make the TEC bool down (Grrt)

[Chorus: Brother Tom Sos]
When I look outside my window, all I see is dope fiends and broken dreams
And then I thank God ‘cause it could’ve been me
If it wasn’t for this art, then it would’ve been me
Rest in peace to all my dogs, man, it should’ve been me
I said it could’ve been, would’ve been and should’ve been
But it wasn’t
And I’m grateful
So grateful
Said I’m grateful
So grateful