Westside Gunn ● God Is Love

[Intro: Estee Nack]
(Conductor)
Woah, uh-huh
(Conductor, we have a problem)
Neck chain, wha-ta!
Yo, son

[Verse 1: Estee Nack]
Santo Domingo, helpin' the Gus to get to the people
It's niggas watchin' the shine light, kings,...⇣ More

[Intro: Estee Nack]
(Conductor)
Woah, uh-huh
(Conductor, we have a problem)
Neck chain, wha-ta!
Yo, son

[Verse 1: Estee Nack]
Santo Domingo, helpin' the Gus to get to the people
It's niggas watchin' the shine light, kings, bruh (Shiny)
Golden ring though, a lot of bling and all jingle
All my niggas are dogs, like Dingo (Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof)
Call the bitches to cut my mingle (Mommy)
Pack a forty-fifth of some hard white singles, yeah
Forty dollars, a head buster, bell ringer
Makin' the paper to stack up chips that tore like Pringles (Money)
Took off and then [?]
Pieces that I'm livin' for, like shingles (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Grab the coke and toast it, fourth clico
We done madе this work
The dopest niggas that got exposеd that we gon'— (Yeah)
Can't believe he gettin' dirt and really told on his people (He folded)
In the streets, deal with Os of Perico (Word)
Look at this nigga arm, you can tell by the inside (Uh-huh)
It was only used for just to poke in needles and shit (Fuck)
He'd want it even more if he knew it was lethal (That's crazy)
The dope came up (Uh-huh), what, what? Been on my ten toes, yo (Nack)
I tap the jumper, like it's Dominican, then [?], bro (Jokin')
Feel offensive, but when I sing in the Benzo (Vroom)
I up it from downless addy's and Benzo's, yeah




[Verse 2: Stove God Cooks]
Diamond dancin' (Uh), nine-hundred and ninety-six grams
We lost a few in the unwrappin', more in the pan (Yeah)
Fuck it, the last twelve, they dropped back like Randall Cunningham (They did)
I had the hops step on it, like Ja Morant (Haha)
Then them tear pants with the candles (Stove)
Scorpions on the Carmello Anthony (Stove)
They dropped me out the clouds
I landed in coke water, in the kitchen sink (Woo)
The answer is me (Woo)
I told the plug "Make sure it's TL and some
I want it to look like the last one you handed me" (I do)
He hopped out, swingin' the chopper, like a canapé (Brrt, bah, bah)
I left my soul in the kitchen in my sanity (In my sanity)
The flip phone do a hundred-grand a week
Angela Bassett, I had it flamin' in the street (Haha)
Fork in the pot, you hear the pan tink (Tink)
Now I move it all hands-free
My bitch doin' her make-up in the vanity, look like Danny Lee (She do)
I bought a Chanel bag, just to ride in a sprinter van full of keys

[Chorus: Stove God Cooks]
And when she made it (When she made it)
When she made it (When she made it)
We celebrated when she made it
When she made it, when she made it, Stove

[Outro: Keisha Plum]

Peace, God
God is love, God
I love God
Even with the devil on my shoulder
God is love, Flygod is forever
Big Griselda, bigger villains
One beginning, one ending
(Conductor)

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