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[Chorus: Billie Essco & Westside Gunn]
Look, I swear Paris will be prayed for (Prayed for)
Unreleased Off-White to the ankles, ayy (Ankles)
I'm in them places that you can't go (That you can't go)
Don C, Nigo in the same row, ayy (The same row)
I swear Paris will be prayed for
I need Casablanca by the caseload (Caseload, brr)
Silks with the oranges and the mangoes (Mangoes)
I'm a model now, baby, got the face for it, ayy (Face for it)
I swear Paris will be prayed for (Ayy, yo)

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
I'm rockin' old Nashes, on the runway in my coke fashion
Anybody move, we toe-taggin' (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
My 327s was blessings, leather Vuitton vests
Keep a loaded firearm in Mercedes armrests, Lord stressin' (Skrrt)
Twenty-two with grays, twenty-five left in the cage
I told him hold your head, it's worse in a grave
I threw coke in the pot, watched it bloom residue and consume
He started wavin', had a lighter and dope spoon
A n*gga try to kill you for your recipe
My shooter nasal drip flowin' heavily, duckin' my third felony (Ah)
Take your shine, two for five, me and mines
Runnin' from suit and ties, you say you the flyest, then who am I?
Balenciaga with the heel, lemonade a popular drink still
VLONE jean jacket rockin', so be real (Ah)
Over pots, I'm too exquisite
On the dancefloor tryna finger f*ck on every visit
Some n*ggas'll never risk it
Hoppin' in BMs in Prada moccasins, sh*t (Skrrt)
They never had a pot to p*ss in
Body parts on Cavalli dishes
On Mulholland in the drop Porsche wildin', my loafers crocodile
Stylin', I be havin' greater visions (Ah)
You can tell by the way I whip it
You gettin' money, then the haters with it
It ain't dry, I told 'em wait a minute (Ah)
Praise both for the way I did it
[Chorus: Billie Essco & Joey Bada$$]
I swear Paris will be prayed for (Prayed for)
Unreleased Off-White to the ankles, ayy (Ankles)
I'm in them places that you can't go (That you can't go)
Don C, Nigo in the same row, ayy (The same row)
I swear Paris will be prayed for
I need Casablanca by the caseload (Caseload, Badmon)
Silks with the oranges and the mangoes (Mangoes, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm a model now, baby, got the face for it, ayy (Face for it, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I swear Paris will be prayed for

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
I'm from an era of hard knocks and quiet storms (Shh)
Rap songs about crack rocks and firearms (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
In the stash spot on some Money Mitch sh*t (Woo)
Adjust the AC, conceal the biscuit (Yeah)
It's your life, you can choose to risk it if you wanna
These n*ggas don't want smoke, they want some marijuana
I used to get kicked out of class just for my aroma
I went to school high, forgot to pick up my diploma (I was high)
That's way back when we used to save for Arizonas (Uh-huh)
Now I'm in that Maybach, I'm with Puff and Hova (Facts, woo, woo)
We bendin' corners in the six-deuce
Talk about last night's ten thousand dollar bottles of Pétrus, sip it like it's juice, homie
How could I lose?
The sh*t that these fools'll do to be in my shoes, I'm done playin' by rules
Learned from OGs, I'm retirin' the jewels
Everything is plain jane, different day, the same thing
I mean, it's usual
Everything that's new to you be the type of sh*t I'm used to
I could give a f*ck about the hater sh*t, I'm used to it
If it's f*ck me, then know the feeling is mutual (b*tch)
[Chorus: Billie Essco & Joey Bada$$]
I swear Paris will be prayed for (Prayed for)
Unreleased Off-White to the ankles, ayy (It's young Bada$$, ankles)
I'm in them places that you can't go (Yeah, yeah, yeah, that you can't go)
Don C, Nigo, in the same row, ayy (The same row)
I swear Paris will be prayed for
I need Casablanca by the caseload (Caseload)
Silks with the oranges and the mangoes (Mangoes)
I'm a model now, baby, got the face for it, ayy (Face for it)
I swear Paris will be prayed for

[Interlude: Tyler, The Creator]
If you feelin' good
Then everybody say yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Feelin' good)
Yeah, yeah (I'm on my Gunn sh*t)

[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
b*tch, I'm all that, all that, Kenan, Kel (Kel)
When I walk in, n*ggas ring the, ring the bells (Bells)
Roses at my feet, n*ggas kneel, b*tches yell
Glitter on my neck match the glitter on my fingernails (Ayy, yo)
n*ggas always got something to say, well f*ck 'em
Same guys was mighty 'til they got to duckin'
We got the pucks and we chuckin'
They playin' chicken, we cluckin'
I'm Colonel Sanders to you motherf*ckers
n*ggas trash and we dumpin' (Uh), I been rappin' and f*ckin' (Yup)
He 6'5", I'm a munchkin, and we speed to the disco (Dance)
This car came with a driver, I'm in the back playin' "Frontin'"
I ain't cryin', the wind is flyin', stop makin' assumptions
I ain't lyin' or nothin'
Yes, I'm is, I'm so happy
I turned nothin' to somethin', skin glowin', my hair nappy
My health good, my mama good, my n*ggas too
And they only wanna have good times like Josh Safdie
We eat good, long way from Maccas burgers
Long way from that metro bus taxi service
Long way, loco gangs tried to taxidermy (Where you from, n*gga?)
We would run until our motherf*ckin' backs was burnin', uh
But anyway, the shorts short and the socks high
And the emeralds shine in them GQs and them Popeyes (Boy)
And I spy with my private eye that you tried
You cannot pull this look off, n*gga, you're not I
[Chorus: Billie Essco]
I swear Paris will be prayed for (Prayed for)
Unreleased Off-White to the ankles, ayy (Ankles)
I'm in them places that you can't go (That you can't go)
Don C, Nigo, in the same row, ayy (The same row)
I swear Paris will be prayed for
I need Casablanca by the caseload (Caseload)
Silks with the oranges and the mangoes (Mangoes)
I'm a model now, baby, got the face for it, ayy (Face for it)
I swear Paris will be prayed for (Prayed for)