Govenor Ball (feat. Westside Gunn & Conway)

What the fuck I do? Diss a whole bunch of pussy ass rappers?

Well tell one of they pussy ass to link up with me then, man

These ****, y'all think these **** tough (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

But I don't think these **** real killas

I know what's goin' on

Invasion

Ay yo

These rap **** at the Governor Ball, I'm baggin' eight balls

Spilled Perignon on my suede Kaws

I had to tell that bitch, "Don't touch my waves!" (Touch my waves)

Layin' by the pool, three K for the shades

100 round drum, release five in your brain (Brrr)

When bricks went on sale, I was going insane (Goin' insane)

My shooter said, "Lord, you don't even gotta pay me (Even gotta pay me)

I'ma shoot the fuck **** block up for the fame" (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

Still duckin' my third felony, I'm on skates (I'm on skates)

Fuck the halfway house, I'd rather wait (I'd rather wait)

Three stamps for some noodles and I'm straight (Noodles and I'm straight)

Griselda is the illest, no debate (No debate)

While all these rap **** at the Governor Ball, I'm fuckin' they broads

Ay yo, these rap **** at the Governor Ball, I'm baggin' eight balls

That **** had to tell his boo, '"Don't trust my ways"

Layin' by the pool, three K for the shades

These rap **** at the Governor Ball, I'm baggin' eight balls

Yeah, get you whacked it only cost a band

Twenty shots, every bullet in that cartridge land

My shooter been buggin' since **** off'ed his man

Lil' dirty ****, type to piss and don't wash his hands

Pink Bape hoodie, feel like the Harlem Cam

**** rap good about them bricks, but never bought a gram

Flow outta this world, I'm the Martian Man

Erry' shirt sell out in minutes, now that's a market plan, yeah

If I reach it's for a weapon, release three in your chest

And in peace you **** restin'

Leave **** in sections

Pieces of you left in the street ****

I'm more than a street ****, you guessed it

Pussy, I'm never beefin' on a record

I beat **** to death

That'll teach **** a lesson, machine ****

Free all the real **** locked, I'm a king ****

Hundred shots in that magazine **** (Brrr)

While all these rap **** at the Governor Ball, I'm fuckin' they broads

Ay yo, these rap **** at the Governor Ball, I'm baggin' eight balls

That **** had to tell his boo, '"Don't trust my ways"

Layin' by the pool, three K for the shades

These rap **** at the Governor Ball, I'm baggin' eight balls

****

We taking all comers, caking all summer

They playing basketball, we playing take they ball from 'em

I'm in front of the stove wit' it, check the score

The Rolex is gold, I'm going old Lexus Hov, sellin' blow

Thuggin' for a purpose on my Pac shit

Ugly chain on purpose on my Nas shit

They passing around Moet bottles, but I don't gossip

All I do is real **** shit, like a wiggle and shake to get through my day

And I don't assume

I just been down and diggin' my crate and end up on the moon

Once you hit a **** in the eye, they gon' change though

'Cause now they know the ribbon in the sky, ain't no rainbow

I was born physically conflicted with Christ

Though I'm God sent, I was sent through the light

Though I was meant to only exist in the night

There's only one of me

I can easily imagine runnin' rap

But I can't even fathom rap running me

I guess you 'spect me to wear dress shoes and be hangin' with YesJulz

Or be wearin' leather pants with the chaps underneath

Lookin' like half a fag

'Bout to have a glass of Flat Tummy Tea

Tell your wife chill out with the retweets and the waist trainers

Grab a washcloth, follow Alicia Keys

Make her face plainer

She may just stay saner

I may just roll up in the Wraith

Where she play and just Dave Blaine her

While all these rap **** at the Governor Ball, I'm fuckin' they broads

Ay yo, these rap **** at the Governor Ball, I'm baggin' eight balls

That **** had to tell his boo, '"Don't trust my ways"

Layin' by the pool, three K for the shades

These rap **** at the Governor Ball, I'm baggin' eight balls