Listen to Headlines (feat. Westside Gunn, Conway & Benny Ibarra) by DJ Premier

Headlines (feat. Westside Gunn, Conway & Benny Ibarra)

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

DJ Premier

Performer

Westside Gunn

Performer

Conway

Performer

Benny Ibarra

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Chris Martin

Composer

Demond Price

Lyrics

Alvin Worthy

Lyrics

Jeremie Pennick

Jeremie Pennick

Lyrics

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

DJ Premier

Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Ok, yeah, you know wassup, ****

My team, living this American dream

No fuckin games, ****, Machine, bitch

Griselda, DJ Premier

In a notice, in a notice

Look

[Verse 2]

I don't beef on the internet, I'll approach you

I ain't shootin' five with a ****, I gotta smoke you

My dog said his box just landed, he got his load through

Drive-by music, this shit he can pop his toast to (Facts)

This chopper smoke and it adiós you

My buzz bi-coastal, took the game over like I was supposed to

I'm in position you can not get close to

I got shot in my throat, still got four classics at my disposal

And the bitches admire my ways

I was wildin' inside of a cage, now I set fire to stage

Every verse recited is wave, and I ain't writin' a page

Hardest **** out 'til I lie in my grave (Uh-huh)

[Verse 3]

Cook the white up in a microwave

You at work tryna get holiday pay, I'm on an island for days

Gettin' money like Big Meech '06

This Griselda, Dj Preemo shit, motherfucker

[Verse 4]

Ayo, rich law, poor law, read the headlines

'04 me and 'Chine Gun was packin' dimes

Coke spot, I had at least a hunnid in a line

Sell another brick and we coppin' twin 5's (Skrrt)

[Verse 5]

Ayo, out in Daytona, Rolex Daytona

Fiend hit it once, fell out into a coma

John Elliot, MAK 10's out the Rover

Might shoot thirty two times for the culture

**** baggin' boy, rockin' LoverBoy

Undercover, they could turn the oven on

It only had two bodies, I'll put another on

We sold 1,000 bricks had the summer goin'

Driver in the .45 with the potato lyin' the right hand

Dive in, first the burglars flew high end

The prices won't drop unless you buy ten

Hopped out the Lamborghini Urus like Cod fish

In my cell reminiscing when I used to dime pitch

To rhyme sick, K in the bench

How you doin' Fly God?

Same shit, bigger bag, cocaine killin' it with the dealer tags

[Verse 6]

Ayo, rich law, poor law, read the headlines

'04 me and 'Chine Gun was packin' dimes

Coke spot, I had at least a hunnid in a line

Sell another brick and we coppin' twin 5's (Yo)

[Verse 7]

I skip town with the money, my bitch the accountant

You ever tried to board a plane with a brick in your outfit

You know I work hands on, had to sit in them houses (Personally)

Learned from real drug dealers, not from internet browsing

Who cooked that food in the kitchen that they filling they mouth with (Me)

Then headed west like Dieon when he split with them Falcons

Look at me and see a vision of Malcolm

Slightly grinning but long as we keep winning I can live with the outcome

Drake had Rihanna (Uh-huh,) Mike had Madonna (What else?)

But I drove a few bricks through the Carolinas (Wooh!)

It's true that they underestimate you when you modest

So I'm frontin' on them every chance that I get, to be honest, ****

Ask about Griselda, they tell you that we the hottest

Flip whatever I could sell ya, 'cause failure won't be an option, nah

Yeah, I sewed the block together like a seamstress (Like a seamstress)

And I lived to rap about it on some Preem' shit

[Verse 8]

Ayo, rich law, poor law, read the headlines (Let's go)

'04 me and 'Chine Gun was packin' dimes

Coke spot, I had at least a hunnid in a line

Sell another brick and we coppin' twin 5's (Skrrt)

Written by: Alvin Worthy, Chris Martin, Clarence Scarborough, Demond Price, Jeremie Pennick

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