Mission Accomplished

[Intro: Westside Gunn]
FLYGOD
Ayo, brr
Brr, ayo
Ayo

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn & Armani Caesar]
Ayo, I just heard Supreme done sold it's soul
Got the hammers on the road, trunk lookin' like Lowe’s (Skrrt)
Rockin' forty belows (Ah), these niggas is hoes (Ah)
Miraculous flows, grip the MAC when I pose (Brr)
Click-clack with the fours, mismatch with the poles
Tre pound with the nine, I think I'm outta my mind (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Rhymes ahead of my time, broad day with the—, uh
Broad day with the vibes, hundred shots to arise (Brr)
Some live, some die, headshot both times (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Shooter on coke lines, had him seizin' both times (Ah)
Ayo, mink draggin' down Fifth Ave, peep thе posture (Ah)
Doctor Romanelli, match the patеnt leather Pradas (Ah)
Seen the best fold, some turned for a dollar
Some turned state courtroom like an opera
Me, I'm just the illest nigga walkin', Gallery Department
We pulled up to spark shit (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Both hands grippin' on the carbon (Doot, doot)
Fiends might die, we got the best on the market (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, yo, ah)

[Verse 2: Armani Caesar]
Since I turned to the boss life (Uh huh), I ain't really been y'all type (Nah)
These bitches be all tight, but they'll really be alright (Haha)
I ain't sayin' shit, when I see 'em, it's on sight (Yup)
They see me and bob and weave like they workin' for [?] (Ooh)
Five star hitter (Yup), and I wife niggas (What else?)
Sky's where I stack up dough, is you scared of heights, nigga? (Scared of heights, nigga)
Lost it all, got it back twice on niggas (Twice on niggas)
Grind hard, clean up nice, call me Lysol, niggas (Yup)
Talk slick, we blow your groove back (Grrah, groove back)
Windows up, roof back, La Perla drawers on the cooch cat (Ooh)
Ass fat, itty-bitty is the waist size (The waist size)
The Rollie cost a pretty penny, I don't waste time (True)
Pretty little thing, got your honey hot (Honey hot)
He got bread he wanna share (What you tell him?) I be sunny, pa
Real cream, first lady of the ill team (Of the ill team, Griselda, bitch)
Whole crew full of big steppers like a drill team (Woo)

[Interlude: Benny the Butcher]
Yeah
The Butcher comin', nigga
I just want niggas to know that
It's only one Griselda
It's only one (Haha)
Real shit, though
Yo, ah, yo

[Verse 3: Benny the Butcher]
It ain't no debate if I'm real, you niggas like Kendall Gill
I'm early '90s Shaquille if they ever base it off skill
Too hot to take it to trial, nigga, I got a quarter mil'
Quarter in my jewelry box, 'nother quarter for the appeal
Loyalty and respect, I wore that shit like a shill
Ask about me, I'm the boss, who the fuck gon' tell me to chill?
Thousand grams at my bitch crib, you don't know how that feel
On my fourth bust down watch and never had me a deal, uh
Two diamond rings on the hand that fed sharks
I done lapped rap niggas that y'all gave head starts
I graduated right from the trap from a head start
These niggas know where I'm from, my block like a landmark
I got the Louis V kicks, the trench, and scarf
I'm like Dre, Jay Electronica, and Marc', uh
Whole team lit, this what you get when you playin' smart
When you got integrity, longevity, and heart
The Butcher, nigga

[Outro]
Griselda by Fashion Rebels