Jasmine's (feat. Westside Gunn)

Summertime, Butch

Ay yo, power trophy up the stove in Garcon

If you need me, I be in my cell on the phone

George capitals you see the bones are minerals

Might be the first drug dealer on the Vogue

Mule panicking, cause she laid out to the andalay

Made shit, my heart's with the Scush All through Lama Ray,

My bitch, still will wanna fight, shooter on the left,

The first who make her move her dope, dope, be the best

Go yard satchel with the blick, leaving out the rich

Chips and Lease on the shoppin spree, just me and your bitch

I bought me everything, I ain't buying shit

Hermes crocodile sandals stepping on a brick

36 to 44, shit much more

My man mom died, he in the cell with the rings and bulls

Fuck is the state of rap?

Same shit they've been trying to act since Pac died

And Big left and the gang went a lil lop side on the pop side

And not cry, it's elementary that you add some entries to your top 5

Cause evidently I'm in my prime, doing better than them who done got signed,

But it cost me, how else can I put it?

They forced me, bullets and coffee

I cheated the game, it felt good as adultry

Asked the last label, well I'm a rap saver

I'm a cash major, I'm a mad strangler,

I'm a cash cow and a stack saver

We could chat now, or we could chat later

I made my wrist lock

Then made a movie bout it

Like the black Alfred Hitchcock

Interrogation room

I be so quiet in it that you might hear a pin drop

What's the state of rap?

Same shit they've been trying to act since Will Smith and Jazzy Jeff

I sold real bricks

I still don't got no real hits

But cocaine still give thrills

White girl, real kill bill shit

I get chills when I close deals

Made a quarter mill off some chill shit

I get the pill, I'm tryna bang like I'm O'Neal

You just Josh Childress

I show you gents around the money

I take you lil **** on a field trip

Got a yacht master on a yacht

**** we are not rappers

All the cops past them

And they drop faster than a time traveler

And my watch flashing like I'm arm-wrestlers

But you like the senior, with bad grades

And I'm the dean, I'm thinking why cap ya

Couch potato with an iPad and a mic so now you a podcaster

They hit they ceilings

I'm booked in Paris

Let's get to business

250 and hundreds to count it, it take her 10 minutes

Fuck is the state of rap?

Same shit they've been trying to act since Eazy-E

Only street **** gonna agree with me

I'm just a rich **** with a GED

Big Butch