[2Pac sample]
Imagine, you have 14,000 people ready to whatever you want
You know what I'm saying?
When you have, all over the country, people waiting, to hear what you wanna do
[Intro: Benny the Butcher]
Let me sip this 'Gnac
Hah
And talk to you niggas
Uh, uh, word
That's all I need
Let's see if I can get it right here though
[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher]
This for my niggas walking down them long bids in them fed spots (Word)
State time, 25 to life for a head shot (Head shot)
Plan to come home, putting the game in a head lock
We only celebrate over money, and dead cops
Caught a charge and used to havе the cleanest cars (Clеanest cars)
While the young niggas getting sent to green and wash (Green and wash)
Niggas don't know if they want to sell ki's and rob (Nah!)
Indictment season, every year, Spring and Fall (Word)
Fuck your lap, man, that ratchet better be in the stash
You get caught, that's an automatic three and a half (Three and a half)
You on appeal, and your lawyer tryna bring you home (Tryna bring you home)
So you get Cuh or Bloods tryna bring you home (Tryna bring you home!)
My first day upstate, a nigga lost his life (Real shit!)
You don't know how to play it, might cost his life (Real talk)
This for my homies sitting up, can't forget my niggas (Can't forget my niggas)
You take flicks in the club and send them to my niggas
Word (Word)
Uh
(Straight like that!)
[Chorus]
Time...
Time...
All that I need...
All that I need is T-
Time...
Time...
All that I need...
All that I need is time
[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
(You know I-I just be smoking, man, ahahaha, 'nah I mean?)
Look, count money and spew verses
My bitch infatuated with shoes and new purses (Uh)
I'm infatuated with jewels and new verts
With the roof gone, kicked out of Heaven, I'm too perfect (Hahahaha)
Keep it a hundred, a fuck nigga I really hate (Yeah)
They don't know how to keep it G, let me demonstrate (Pay attention, nigga)
I do more than score, I facilitate (Uh-huh)
I put beef in the bag like a Philly steak (Haah!)
Fly nigga, getting money in any state (Any state)
Closet full of pennies, I call it the piggy bank (Hahaha!)
This nigga fronting like something that he really not
Ten bands, them ain't hunneds, that's a fifty knot (What up, baby?)
Haha, fold ups hold fifty shots (Yeah)
Dutchmasters, the fifty rocks (Woo!)
Hmm, it's S.E. till I go (Go)
Forty on the hip, niggas know, heh, yeah
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Westside Gunn]
Ayo
Raging Bulls match the Dior (Match the Dior)
Ki stored in the wash
The all Peyton reeking of all base, Peruvian flakes scraping
The K sprayin'
I'm draped in, Bal Harbour with the .40 Cal. armor
Ducking foul karma
The main event, hopping out the latest whip
Three striped killers, the Jeremy Scott's made them sick
Rick Owen's posing, cokin'
MCM duff, wheelie in a Benz truck
Dwayne Wayne Carti's posing with the lens up
Pick your wig up
Drivebys on the .223's
Woodgrain like the Ghost dash
Salute the coke prices dropping then we toast glass
They hitting niggas with the RICO
Nightmares of doing life, bagging up a kilo
Bury niggas alive like Nicky in Casino
Fly as fuck, a.k.a Westside Gambino