Listen to Wild Corsicans by Raekwon, Conway the Machine, Benny the Butcher & Westside Gunn

Wild Corsicans

Raekwon, Conway the Machine, Benny the Butcher & Westside Gunn

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Raekwon - Wild Corsicans Ft. Conway The Machine, Benny The Butcher, Westside Gunn (New Audio)

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Aug 09, 2025
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Raekwon

Lead Vocals

Conway the Machine

Conway the Machine

Lead Vocals

Benny the Butcher

Benny the Butcher

Lead Vocals

Westside Gunn

Lead Vocals

Snipe Beatz

Programming

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

C. Woods

Songwriter

A. Worthy

Songwriter

D. Price

Songwriter

J Pennick

Songwriter

K. Seely

Songwriter

A franklin

Songwriter

N. Simone

Songwriter

W. Irvine

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Snipe Beatz

Producer

Frank G

Mixing Engineer

RoadsArt

Mixing Engineer

Tim Saroce

Recording Engineer

Jim King

Mixing Engineer

Mark B. Christensen

Mark B. Christensen

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]

Is the quest that's just begun

Yeah (Yeah)

Uh-huh

Tyin' my kicks up real quick, man, hold on

[Verse 1]

Yeah, we young, gifted, and black (Uh-huh)

He tried to run, fifty-round drum rippin' his back (Brrt)

Stand over him, couple more sittin' his hat

But shit gettin' real in the hood, where you **** was at? Huh?

Probably somewhere hiding your hand

Let them fuck **** come through and ride on your man

But I been knew you was pussy, so I understand

So your head is where these hollows down on fire and land (Boom, boom)

I prefer the MAC when the TEC fire and jam

Tearin' down a BAPE store when I fly to Japan

Three fifties on a pedal when I'm flyin' to land

Squeeze blicky, lettin' metal shit fly in, blam

All these rap **** do is just lie to the fans

Talkin' 'bout they buyin' birds, they ain't buyin' a gram

I'm here forever, I ain't got no retirement plans

'Bout to kill him, Rae, I'm tired of playin'

It's Griselda

[Verse 2]

Too many questions, my answer was run the streets

Provided for his fam, what a man should wanna be

'Fore you talk that shit to us, hope you plan to come with receipts

You the type of **** couldn't handle a one or three

Not understandable 'cause I've been an animal on a leash (****)

In a dope game, I made some friends you gon' wanna keep (Yeah)

Brick a month when I knew I could handle like one a week

Skipped steps, when I up and demanded, I one a piece

But who am I to ever bring y'all personal problems up?

On real **** time, but that might serve as the obvious

You know how this ice work, on my shirts, the kind of, uh

Make the room cold as a white person's thermometer

Legendary cloth, ask anybody who signed to us (Anybody)

Outlaws, got ten times more what they promised us

Million-dollar deal, they can't wait till my album done

They gon' burn candles for rap **** like it's Hanukkah

[Chorus]

Feel me now, pullin' more like a brick a girl

Lose your life 'cause you ain't movin' right

In this whole world

Respect the field, kid, it's rules to it

And God forbid I catch you forcin' my hand, make you lose fluids

Feel me now, pourin' raw like a brick a girl

Lose your life 'cause you ain't movin' right

In this whole world

Respect the field, kid, it's rules to it

And God forbid I catch you forcin' my hand, make you lose fluids

[Verse 3]

Ayo, the heavyweight, Hermes, on smash

You think it's Leatherface, jewels Messier

Heard shots from every way

He just came home from doing twenty

Rocked the same chain from '01 and shot a **** just for lookin'

Stretch like GS, fifty brick stash out on T-Neck

I'm on the cot layin' sleepless

Twenty-three, one recess

Face countin' wrinkles, money, teethless

I'ma die for my respect

[Verse 4]

Clear the scene and take names later

It's time to raise the stakes up

I bet you can't afford to pay the wager

Worthy of my bullets, nah, some of you not, here's a razor

Let it slide on you, open your nog, yeah

Business man first, son, but don't get it fucked up

Touch your dad up in here and have you fillin' my truck up

Must have forgot what my status is, rock shiny with more clarity

How dare you front on my academy

That's known for them casualties?

I know I'm something else, women love the wealth

They praise me, they say I'm top shelf

Can't pronounce what I'm drivin' in, Blue threw in something else

Extraordinary Capricorn, born in January

Bigger bag of lootski, groupies in Gucci

They beg for me, the pretty designer cock up in they coochie

I pass on 'em, nothin' but model mamis with ass on 'em

Put the word out and get you curved, your head got cash on it

[Chorus]

Feel me now, pullin' more like a brick a girl

Lose your life 'cause you ain't movin' right

In this whole world

Respect the field, kid, it's rules to it

And God forbid I catch you forcin' my hand, make you lose fluids

Feel me now, pullin' more like a brick a girl

Lose your life 'cause you ain't movin' right

In this whole world

Respect the field, kid, it's rules to it

And God forbid I catch you forcin' my hand, make you lose fluids

[Outro]

Young, gifted, and black

Young, gifted, and black

Written by: A franklin, A. Worthy, C. Woods, D. Price, J Pennick, K. Seely, N. Simone, W. Irvine

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