Lord lyrics

by

Royce da 5'9"


[Verse 1: El Camino]
Yo yo yo yo
I remember them nights
Hoodied up, ratchets tucked, n*ggas knew what it was
Come through looking suspicious, you catching a slug
We won't let you shoot first, that's a dub
Clapped you just because
Mama, love her, have a fit if her son got hit
Lost his life in these streets, serving skaters out that navigator tryna get my weight up
That bulldog barking if you try to play us
The wig shot made him raise up
The lord couldn't have saved him, I just blazed him
Had to razor in my jaw just to cut the raw sh*t
My wrist flawless, my b*tch flawless
She p*ssed off 'cause my other b*tch panties was in the whip
When the coppers semi on us, then took her to Benihanas
Then broke the b*tch something proper
I spent a few dollars, but it was worth it
Threw that di*k in her cervix, the b*tch squirted
All over my Versace sheets
All over my Versace sheets
That's thousand dollar sheets b*tch

[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, whippin'
Got stoves on the ceiling
Stoves on the Bape sweatsuit, coke dealing
My n*gga's PO kept calling, tryna p*ss him
Now he got another 5 years in the system
Got 3 kids, they don't even know the n*gga
Be in more sh*t, now you want to poke a n*gga
Not one n*gga put money on his books
Whip game crazy, n*ggas hit me just to cook
Everybody know me
I had to switch my number like Kobe
VVSs and the Rollie
You don't wanna know the old me
Catch the family at the [?] teeth
Dropped him on Filmore, I deal more
Griselda, I rob, steal, and kill for
Got these b*tches on my heels, lord
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