2017 BET Hip Hop Awards - Digital Cypher

[Verse 1: WESTSIDE BOOGIE]
Yo
It's Shady, I been ducking shade all night
When you blind-sighted by life, it ain’t no fade on sight
A empty convo with a bitch I know I ain't gon' wife
And she keep askin' what's my take on life
Like I'm gon' talk about my fight against the worst system
Or hurt niggas that build castles and burn bridges
I'd rather talk about when bitches say "get turnt" with 'im
I smoke you out then I don't fuck and that's a burnt mission
I'm Tim Duncan with the still face, we kill in the spur of the moment
Mm, to cover up all this hurt that I'm showin'
You should know the oven on so don't you have that hand out
[?] kitchen, how that trapping shit gon' pan out
Hold up, let me cook
Yo, I say, yo
I'm a ratchet and an activist, I'm [?] Kaepernick
I slap a nigga [?] show you that I'm brackin'
These rappers finna drown to get they stream on
We use a physical copy to roll our weed on
Police on us, man, I knew I shouldn't turn here by the po-po, uh
I knew I should've came to this shit solo, uh
It's fuckin' with my spirit, where my glow go? Uh
That's what I get for fuckin' with the bro, bro, in Compton
With a freak, she keep talkin' 'bout I'm cheap
'Cause there's gold in my heart and I can't offer her a piece
Ironic that I eat inside the belly of the beast
Black man, Black man, think we finna be extinct
Let me get up on my cheap pillows 'cause windows shuttin'
There ain't no room, man, this shit so cluttered
I'm like, "Don't utter out my name 'less you talkin' 'bout the best
You keep lookin' at my skin, this ain't ordinary flesh
It's God body, God body," whoa

[Interlude: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, it's the fly god himself, Westside Gunn. We here for the culture, man. We doing something never been done before. The almighty Griselda, Shady. Ayo, Conway, Benny, man, show 'em where were from.

[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
It's Griselda, who wanna come test us?
I got one-hundred-and-one young niggas and dumb hecklers
Catch a rapper at the awards and undress 'im
Take his little rollie and his dumb necklace
Don't mention our name on one record
No gun, I'll punch your chest and leave a lung breathless
I know e'rybody gon' have a Trump reference
In they flow with a gun method, that's unimpressive
Rockin' your little man purse
'Fore you rap, bet you had to pop a xan first
I'm a knockout artist, homie, my hands work
No album yet but I had murals in Japan first
Bells Palsy before you aks me the question
Got shot in back of my head and lived, that was a blessing
Half my face paralysed, still rap with aggression
Niggas mad they had to watch me pop, that was depressing
I know they mad and they stressin', Wes' pass me the Wesson
I'm robbin' rappers for they chains, I'm tryna have a collection
I'm with Eminem now, so no rapper contest 'im
Uh, did a lot of dirt, put in a lot of work
New god flow, I jotted this verse inside a church
Uh, pop the hammer, I don't hesitate
Uh, chopper blam and he'll levitate
This the kinda gangster shit we on every day
Where I'm from, youngin catch his first body and celebrate
Let the metal quake, razor his jaw
Shit'll shed his face, yo, bet that pussy nigga bled a lake
I forever been great, I'm a legend, I'm a great
I'm here to apply pressure you can never take
Go see Burner, I need to medicate
With Scotty OG in the yellow wraith
Been gettin' money you niggas'll never make
I'm hella straight, plus rap shit, I'm a heavyweight
Before the Shady deal I was selling weight
Street nigga, bust the fo'-fifth 'til the dezzy break
You ain't like me, your toast ain't popped, nigga
I'm already a legend and Gold ain't dropped
It's Machine

[Verse 3: Benny The Butcher]
Uh, get out the way, let the Butcher through
This position as a boss made me bulletproof
Scope on the top of the chopper, but I ain't looking through
This the shit my niggas upstate doing push ups to
In real life, I really dodge court
And use the raw fork, trying to get both my daughters a small Porsche
While y'all niggas be in the mall short
We bury the money, I got holes in my lawn like a golf course
Streets are cancer, feeding off your flesh
And life just a dirty bitch with semen on her breath
Re-up with a cheque, then hit Neimans with the rest
'Cause before we met our fathers, we had meeting with connects
Been down and lost, talk about frowned upon
Heavy is the head that wear the crown of thorns
Chop 'caine and cop jewelry, wasn't nuttin' new to me
Hate from the guys who had the same opportunities
And ain't nobody tell me 'bout how these dudes sell you out
Line you up, get you pinched and then try to bail you out
Came up the way I did, I feel for ya
Couldn't tell if dudes'll kill or steal from ya
How I'm 'posed to rap about gold bottles and partyin'
When I'm from a city, they starvin', they're like Somalians
And the ones you thought'd go hard for you, be the saltiest
Now I'm coming through and they got a view from the audience, huh
I'm homesick from taking too many trips
Club LIV, Flame, I'm taking too many pics, right?
I come home and go straight at these dudes chicks
I don't want 'em, just obsessed with making these dudes sick, right!
These young boys gon' respect the age
'Cause I'm here for a reason, while you slept I slaved
Collect and save, it's hard to detect the raid
When you getting ten times what the detective made
I got a thing for this life in the streets and bag measurin'
They look at what I wear and swear it's a cash settlement
All my homies came out the trap, bag peddlin'
Now the bottom of my shoe rare where the gas pedal sit
Black girl lost, she got pregnant fast sellin' it
Could've been the type to get elected class president
Roses only grow from dirt, and that's evident
The love not supposed to hurt cause that's treacherous, huh
Electric stove got the dough pilin'
Money on the floor with three 4's on us like the Hov' album
One of the best and put out no albums
The streets awful, close friends'll cross you quicker than the old Allen
But on my court, it ain't no foulin'
I got your hoe stylin' somewhere off the coast, eating smoke salmon
I said a prayer, lookin' up to MachineGun
Dead silent, all I heard was the money machine hum
Uh, Griselda