PRICK Lyrics by Westside Gunn
(Feat. Brother Tom Sos)
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One, two, one, two, one, two, one, two
Uh
Uh, listen
They think my life is perfect, they think it’s ideal
They think I got it all inside just like I’m IKEA
Truth be told, I’m about as empty as a popped bottle
They see I make it look good, America’s top model
I’m still a top dog, I’m still the big homie
Attended too many funerals of my little homies
And I can’t lie, the road that I’m on gets a little lonely
Nobody wanna get it with me, just wanna get it from me
Always a handout, always a sad story
Never, “How you doing,” always, “What you have for me?”
And I’m assed out, credit card maxed out
But soon as you say no, throwing rocks at your glass house
But on the bright side, I’m living my dreams
You small fries, I need my cheese, extra gravy like poutine
I been on that winning streak like it’s a part of my routine
And I spoke it to existence, all of this *** was foreseen
And if you ever had a dream, you know exactly what I mean
When I look outside my window, all I see is *** fiends and broken dreams
And then I thank God, ’cause it could have been me
If it wasn’t for this art, then it would have been me
Rest in peace to all my dogs, man, it should have been me
I said it could have been, would have been and should have been
But it wasn’t
And I’m grateful
So grateful
Said I’m grateful
So grateful
Ayo
Peace to Bum City
Peace to Death Alley
Alley-way upstate, hit Paris for a [?]
Gucci two-piece
Fillmore rocking it was Juneteenth
Had to go to Bennett for summer school
You knew me, I came from that
[?] *** on my Nautica
Most popular
Hit the ***, then chop it up
Seen a watch for [?] and binoculars
Peace to Killa Tone and Mayweather
They’ll put you in a hospital
Sly got life, but we pray for the impossible
Shay died from COVID, when I gotta go, I gotta go
That’s why I thank God everyday, all day
When *** get hot
I sip Libby’s Lemonade in the shade
Pardon my ways, but my wrist gotta be six figures
I always knew I’d be this ***
But it’s all about the youth now
Used to bag up 2.2 pounds
Got my own shoe now
Dump, I know you proud
Proud
Airholes make the TEC pull down
Airholes make the TEC pull down
When I look outside my window, all I see is *** fiends and broken dreams
And then I thank God, ’cause it could have been me
If it wasn’t for this art, then it would have been me
Rest in peace to all my dogs, man, it should have been me
I said it could have been, would have been and should have been
But it wasn’t
And I’m grateful
So grateful
Said I’m grateful
So grateful