Lyrics Salute (feat. Styles P & Westside Gunn) - Styles P , Russ , Westside Gunn
Yeah,
CHOMP
2
9th
Wonder
Yeah,
let
me
talk
to
'em
Yeah,
yeah
The
sun
is
beaming
down,
I'm
wrapped
up
in
the
light
May
never
be
fulfilled
'cause
with
the
mill'
comes
the
appetite
Vanna
White,
I
make
a
fortune,
y'all
just
tappin'
on
the
screens
She
asking
me
if
I'm
a
player,
'bout
to
draft
her
on
the
team
I
gather
steam
from
my
shattered
dreams
and
let
it
propel
me
I
got
the
juice
like
Martinelli,
my
success,
it
been
stealthy
Under
the
radar,
stay
out
the
graveyard,
my
momma
prays
hard
I
was
in
Brazil
and
women
treated
me
like
Neymar
Rockstar,
Sammy
Hagar,
good
neighbor
like
State
Farm
So
people
go
to
war
for
me
like
Braveheart
I
told
the
pilot,
"Keep
the
plane
parked",
we
out
celebrating
(yeah)
My
shows
are
spiritual,
you'll
think
the
crowd's
levitating
(yeah)
I'm
still
accelerating,
this
ain't
my
top
speed
I
feel
like
the
one,
I
can't
be
worried
'bout
top
threes
You
swimming
in
calm
seas,
good
luck
when
it
gets
rough
I
swam
through
the
storms
and
now
the
waves
don't
affect
much
They
mad
I
stay
blessed
up
(yeah)
they'd
rather
me
messed
up
(yeah)
They
tryna
stop
my
movement,
but
it's
you
who's
gon'
get
stuck
(haha)
I
stay
in
tune,
they
be
chasing
news
Pumping
poison
to
the
people,
I
remain
immune
Homies
carry
sticks
like
they
playin'
pool
They
play
it
cool,
you
never
know
(be
cool)
You
get
it
all
once
you
let
it
go
You
better
grow
up
first,
keep
your
soul
nourished
Gotta
watch
your
words
around
the
media
They
always
got
the
phones
up,
tell
'em,
"No
tourists"
(weirdos)
I
told
my
momma,
"Go
purchase
anything
you
desire"
Another
million
dollar
wire,
in
the
midst
of
the
fire
The
sharpest
steel
gets
made,
and
I'm
immersed
in
the
flames
People
cursing
my
name,
the
person
that
I
became
Is
someone
who
can
get
burnt
but
not
be
hurt
by
the
pain
But
I
ain't
gon'
lie
to
you,
man,
at
first
it
was
strange
I
yearned
for
the
rain,
something
to
reverse
or
restore
'Til
I
embraced
it
and
flipped
it,
now
it
can't
hurt
me
no
more,
yeah
I'm
undisputed,
you
cannot
rebuke
it
Look
how
they
saluting
me
(salute,
salute)
Whether
it's
this
side
or
whether
it's
that
side
Look
how
they
saluting
me
(salute,
salute,
FLYGOD)
Ayo,
my
heart's
chrome,
I
dropped
a
.9
on
my
i-stove
Made
it
a
half
a
gram,
sure
can't
decide
though
(boom-boom,
boom-boom)
Gave
papi
a
half
to
get
me
going
Palm
Angels
was
falling
out
the
sky,
one
said,
"Peace
Allah"
Ronnie
Fieg
up
the
leg,
the
Johnny
Dang's
lookin'
like
Winnipeg
Cocaine
pots
were
misbehaving
like
a
ceiling
fan
Spilling
Vueve-y,
let's
make
a
movie,
bitch
Go
to
JJ's,
get
a
two
piece,
I'm
tryna
do
me
Touch
the
two-seater,
you
never
seen
one
(skrr)
Just
bought
a
new
house,
new
whip
and
a
machine
gun
(brrt)
Never
live
life
of
a
fiend,
son
I
played
ball,
I
could've
went
D1
Until
I
sold
D
once,
each
one
teach
one
Sitting
in
a
cell
like
nigga
gon'
be
something
(ah)
We
doing
walk-ups,
no
drive-bys
today
(boom,
boom,
boom,
boom,
boom,
boom)
Eddie
V's,
jumbo
shrimp
and
filet
(and
filet)
Catch
a
nigga
for
his
jewels
on
his
worst
of
days
Niggas
came
back
with
some
big
shit,
that
shit
spray
(brr,
brr,
brrt)
"Ayo,
West,
why
your
neck
look
like
that?"
Corduroy
toys
peekin'
out
the
left
wing,
we
bling
joy
What's
the
math
on
the
balance
is
miraculous
17
karats
to
my
ears,
what's
gold?
That's
just
embarrassing
I'm
undisputed,
you
cannot
rebuke
it
Look
how
they
saluting
me
(salute,
salute)
(let's
go,
Russ)
Whether
it's
this
side
or
whether
it's
that
side
(S.P.
the
Ghost)
Look
how
they
saluting
me
(salute,
salute)
(D-Block,
yeah)
Yeah,
kicking
on
the
mic',
Mr.
Wicked
on
the
mic
(wicked)
It's
a
undisputed
fact,
I
ain't
slipping
on
the
ice
I
can
be
in
a
snowstorm
and
feel
hot
(hot)
Yeah,
I'm
healthy,
but
I'm
the
sickest
in
the
site
(sickest)
Blicker
and
a
knife
and
some
Nikes
and
some
weed
I
can
light
Flowing
with
Russ,
beat
came
from
9th
(9th)
Told
him
I'm
the
tenth
one
or
maybe
the
first
(I
just
may
be)
I
could
kill
'em
with
a
thought
or
maybe
a
verse
Got
the
handgun,
homie,
but
it
ain't
in
a
purse
Not
a
man
bag,
thought
your
man
had
your
back
Then
he
saw
me
split
up
your
front,
have
the
last
ha
Me,
I'm
in
LAX
Just
ran
through
New
York
like
L.A.
next
(that's
next)
M-I-A
after
that
(that's
after)
Cross
me,
then
it's
M.I.A
after
that
(woo)
No
Ghostbuster,
not
even
with
a
plasma
gat
(uh-huh)
This
a
code
red,
I
am
a
old
head
(I'm
a
cold
head)
Get
popped
by
a
skinny
chick
who
riding
the
moped
(get
popped)
Locked
with
no
dreads
(uh-uh)
You
niggas
seen
the
dread
when
I'm
near
Ask
stick-up
kid,
gave
you
thoroughbred,
and
I
did
(I
did)
Lines,
you
know
I
got
a
brain
for
war
But
I'm
cool
now
(I'm
cool)
'cause
I
got
a
chain
of
stores
Yeah,
and
we
moving
health
in
the
hood
(we
moving
health)
You
salute
or
you
gon'
need
help
in
your
hood,
it's
Ghost
I'm
undisputed,
you
cannot
rebuke
it
Look
how
they
saluting
me
(salute,
salute)
Whether
it's
this
side
or
whether
it's
that
side
Look
how
they
saluting
me
(salute,
salute)
1 Sheep
2 Blue Chip (feat. Ransom)
3 Bucket Hat Low (feat. Papoose)
4 Nothin New
5 Salute (feat. Styles P & Westside Gunn)
6 Faith
7 Free (feat. Big K.R.I.T., Snoop Dogg & DJ Premier)
8 Top of the World (feat. Jay Electronica)
9 Note To Self (feat. Joey Bada$$, Wale & Big Sean)
10 Hustler Freestyle
11 Distance (feat. Conway the Machine & Ghostface Killah)
12 Get It (feat. Cyhi The Prynce & Lloyd Banks)
13 Enjoy the View
14 Golden
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