Текст песни Griselda Express - Westside Gunn , Conway the Machine , Rick Hyde , Benny The Butcher
Yeah
I
know
they
keep
wonderin'
I
know
they
keep
wonderin'
when
this
sh-
gon'
stop
Huh,
time
Ain't
a
such
thing
as
time,
time
is
manmade,
you
know
what
I
mean?
But
real
sh-,
though?
Even
if
it
was,
this
sh-'ll
never
stop
Ah
And
that's
on
Machine
Gun
Black
Uh
I'm
the
one
who
coined
the
gritty
slogan,
the
Butcher
comin'
G-X-F,
semicolon,
BSF,
Griselda
Express,
how
many
really
rode
it?
I
lost
count
when
I
dropped
B-O-P,
they
watch
me
O-T
But
since
they
don't
rhyme
on
this
peak,
they
gon'
try
to
copy
those
beats
So
protect
your
aura,
they
put
spells,
wretched
corners
taught
Butch
well
How
ironic,
that
eight
foot
cell
turn
my
brain
cells
to
bookshelves
N-
who
brag
they
never
took
deals,
getting
cooked
still
And
my
foot
still
on
rappers
necks
who
got
their
hand-me-down
careers
from
the
Goodwill
I'm
betting
heavy,
let's
get
ready,
my
last
record
was
record
setting
Def
Jam
let
me
in
the
building,
turned
the
boardroom
to
Satriale's
Okay,
y'all
could
rap,
but
ain't
no
way
y'all
could
lap
a
true
hustler
Who
thought
his
way
off
the
Ave,
an
advance
got
paid
out
in
cash
I
own
the
masters
to
a
few
of
my
cla-ics,
bank
cards
not
plastic
The
Plug
series
mine,
and
that's
why
you
could
only
pray
y'all
could
catch
us
They
hate
on
the
great
soldiers,
make
you
some
cake
and
pay
all
your
taxes
And
I
could
never
flake
'cause
being
a
real
n-
pays
automatic
Why
it
shoot
like
that?
(Why
it
shoot
like
that?
Grrt)
Why
it
shoot
like
that?
(Why
it
shoot
like
that?
Grrt)
Why
it
shoot
like
that?
Been
stylin',
six
deep
in
the
Maybach
truck,
got
the
b-
piling
(skrrt)
Hopped
out
the
two-tone
Balenci',
ski-mask
smilin'
(brrt,
ah)
Why
it
shoot
like
that?
(Why
it
shoot
like
that?)
Why
it
shoot
like
that?
Hit
like
five
extra
n-,
I'm
on
sh-
like
that
Store
bought
look
like,
"Oh,
Lord,
them
n-
spinned
right
back"
Look,
praying
for
clean
money
abundantly
Humbly
hoping
my
ambitions
don't
crumble
me
It's
one
of
me,
n-
ain't
authentic,
n-
wanna
be
My
reputation
precedes
me,
I
need
at
least
a
hundred-piece
Your
worth
wrong,
n-
think
they
rappers
'cause
they
verse
long
My
last
show,
they
sung
my
sh-
in
unison
like
church
songs
Ask
about
me,
green
off
of
brown
like
earth
tones
I
turn
that
to
a
80-point
split
once
the
merch
gone
It
never
was
no
route
for
us,
Fentanyl
outpourin'
You
wanna
get
some
money
in
my
city?
Get
a
house
for
it
(get
a
house
for
it)
A
fiend
bought
me
a
Samsung
and
a
blender
like
a
housewarming
(yeah)
Gave
that
n-
six
bags
out
the
bundle,
he
was
out
for
it
Was
so
worth
it,
K9
unit
because
the
dog
working
Straight
yams,
20-piece
tender
that
serve
a
soul
purpose
Sawed-off,
call
it
Marsha
Brady
'cause
the
nose
broken
(bent)
Shoot
that
sh-
in
California,
heard
that
sh-
in
Hoboken
Why
it
shoot
like
that?
(Why
it
shoot
like
that?
Grrt)
Why
it
shoot
like
that?
(Why
it
shoot
like
that?
Grrt)
Why
it
shoot
like
that?
Been
stylin',
six
deep
in
the
Maybach
truck,
got
the
b-
piling
(skrrt)
Hopped
out
the
two-tone
Balenci',
ski-mask
smilin'
(brrt,
ah)
Why
it
shoot
like
that?
(Why
it
shoot
like
that?)
Why
it
shoot
like
that?
Hit
like
five
extra
n-,
I'm
on
sh-
like
that
Store
bought
look
like,
"Oh,
Lord,
them
n-
spinned
right
back"
Look,
pulled
a
McLaren
blue
and
orange
out,
leave
the
doors
up
It
look
like
Pat
Ewing
getting
his
warm
up
(talk
to
'em)
This
like
the
best
run
I
had
in
some
years
(huh?)
Customers
loyal
like
Spike
Lee,
we
was
selling
Madison
Squares
Do
the
research,
them
boys
was
starving
(ha)
It
was
ugly
for
rap
in
this
lane,
we
made
it
look
like
Lori
Harvey
(talk
to
'em)
Nobody
had
to
cosign
for
me
Had
a
room
full
of
white
like
Michael
Rubin
Fourth
of
July
party
(ha)
My
b-
got
a-
like
Diana
Ross
daughter
(uh-huh)
She
wanted
me
to
buy
a
gram
of
soft
for
her
Walk
up
in
the
spot,
rich
n-
can't
keep
they
eyes
off
her
(they
can't)
Only
thing
she
got
is
some
good
p-
they
can
buy
off
her
(uh-huh)
Huh,
they
offer
me
the
deals,
I
need
the
high
offers
(you
think
I'll
make
that
bag,
right)
That
money
good,
but
that
contract
ain't
on
the
up-and-up
"Take
the
money
and
leave
the
masters,"
take
the
what,
leave
the
what?
I'm
countin'
up
this
paper
cut,
paper
cut
(yeah)
F-
what
I'm
bringing
to
the
table
when
I'm
the
legs
that
hold
the
f-
table
up
Won't
let
no
record
label
play
with
us
Before
I
let
my
lights
cut
off
and
cable
shut,
I'm
back
to
bagging
yayo
up
Why
it
shoot
like
that?
(Why
it
shoot
like
that?
Grrt)
Why
it
shoot
like
that?
(Why
it
shoot
like
that?
Grrt)
Why
it
shoot
like
that?
Been
stylin',
six
deep
in
the
Maybach
truck,
got
the
b-
piling
(skrrr)
Hopped
out
the
two-tone
Balenci',
ski-mask
smilin'
(brrt,
ah)
Why
it
shoot
like
that?
(Why
it
shoot
like
that?
Grrt)
Why
it
shoot
like
that?
(Why
it
shoot
like
that?
Grrt)
Hit
like
five
extra
n-,
I'm
on
sh-
like
that
Store
bought
look
like,
"Oh,
Lord,
them
n-
spinned
right
back"
The
Griselda
train
ain't
stoppin',
the
Griselda
train
ain't
stoppin'
The
Griselda
train
ain't
stoppin',
the
Griselda
train
ain't
stoppin'
The
Griselda
train
ain't
stoppin',
the
Griselda
train
ain't
stoppin'
The
Griselda
train
ain't
stoppin',
the
Griselda
train
ain't
stoppin'
The
Griselda
train
ain't
stoppin',
the
Griselda
train
ain't
stoppin'
The
Griselda
train
ain't
stoppin',
the
Griselda
train
ain't
stoppin'
The
Griselda
train
ain't
stoppin',
the
Griselda
train
ain't
stoppin'
The
Griselda
train
ain't
stoppin',
the
Griselda
train
ain't
stoppin'
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