MARTIN 4SESE Lyrics by Westside Gunn
Ayo, fuck these niggas up
Ayo, fuck these niggas up
It’s the Almighty (Griselda)
It’s the unfuckwittable, you bums stuck and miserable
Get gun-butt critical, spit the same shit the fiends cook up in a spoon
Wrote my first album in a crackhead’s living room (I did)
Now I got mini-me’s like Dr. Evil
Niggas be tryin’ they hardest to mimic me, but they not this lethal (Niggas try)
I’m like the needle that the FBI inject in people
Use your mind, don’t ever let the blind guy mislead you (Never)
Do or die, pimp the game ’cause we was poor people
Seen To Pimp A Butterfly, but I’m a fuckin’ eagle
I was lettin’ butter fly and had a line for the diesel
E2 in them clear baggies that’s see-through (What you need?)
To get it, know plenty techniques, I’m like the sifu (Uh-huh)
Tricks in my sleeve got me in Greece eatin’ seafood
Plenty nights ate sleep for dinner, I ain’t see food (Yeah)
Knew my life needed a reboot, in league with the regal
We in the league, Griselda been an elite crew
I smoke you, then wear your wife out like a cheap shoe (Haha)
I grew from a crack in the concrete
No comparison, I’m Kobe on the court, you dudes Luke Longley (Niggas’ bums)
Everything I want in arm’s reach, my palms grease
Know it’s mass murder puttin’ me on beats
But chasin’ cash in the field strapped like Deion’s cleats
The hole I climbed myself up out of was beyond deep
These niggas be fraudin’, CB4-in’
MCs with no gusto think stealin’ sauce’ll help ’em touch dough (Fuck out of here)
Fuck no, you ain’t in the loop
I help your bum ass get to the top just to throw you off the roof
My Jordan 16s, my [Frieda?] youth
From me, you get nothin’ for free, pay the fee or we squeeze three in you
Bah, bah, bah
Motherfucker
Ayo, grr, grr (Super Flygod)
I done been to six countries in five days
The pump and mask up at Saks Fifth, playin’ mind games (Ah)
We’re broke ’cause crime pays (Ah)
You already know you Gucci
Pistol-whip a nigga head off ‘fore I condem the Gucci
Some niggas fooled me, thought they was real
Like a [?] ponytails and silks, my fly overkill (Woo)
I almost shot ’em up in Bloomingdale’s
Perfect picture, I’m paintin’ Urban Dictionary mixed with every project pronunciation
It’s called real language, niggas sayin’ they playin’ with mad bricks, they lyin’
I look at they diamonds, feelin’ mad like, “What is they buyin’?”
The game recycled, the pain be spiteful
The lane is open, you lames don’t focus like I do
Corny nigga, you a killer, you a robber, you a faker
Me and Gunn been gettin’ money, you a novice to the paper
Been around only the real all my life
The savages I was around would laugh at you niggas now
We seen this before, thirty years ago in the war
Why would I fall or let you coons ever throw me off?
I don’t fear, I don’t just talk
Won’t even flex on you, I see you, you don’t see me
I’m in the car next to you
In front of you’s my most hungriest dudes
And back of you, they beggin’ me to let off the MAC at you
No feelings, I just wanna stack more millions
Fetish for the wettest waxed Brazilians
Then I eat it like lettuce wraps
And just chief in my homes with an AR-15 and red and yellow stones
Better stop, trust me, dare me not
There to watch if your envy can take it
May drop the Jones off the name, that’s the slave shit
You get teary-eyed in a heated conversation
I am King Nasir, monarch, Caesar
Hee-hee-hee-hee-haw, Missy Elliott
I see aliens, witness that
I inflict pain and sip French champagne in Bahrain
Salute only those with dignity to infinity
Sorry, but we throw parties for revenge bodies
Adorned in velour, ornaments that King Tut wore
Man, fuck y’all
Give me some bars real quick
I got a hundred reasons to feel like
This whole motherfuckin’ lifestyle they playin’ need to get left where they leadin’
Straight to the death, incarceration, bleedin’
You playin’ with this nigga here, ain’t no feedin’
Me off negative energy or takin’
Why would you awaken a nigga who got you screamin’ out, “Please as-salamu,” shakin’
I might as well take them to the 4 forever
Might as well reach for the grind and shine
However it make you feel, I take the steel
Cock it back and pay the bill, we’ll play for real
AKA, lay your man, lay your bitch and all that
Pimpin’ shit end up with a player quit
