Easter Gunday 2 lyrics

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[Intro: Keisha Plum]
Bow our heads, let us pray
Thou shall still not f*ck with the Flygod
Who else has done what he has?
f*ckin' God risen from the Buffalo slums
Griselda gang, let them other n*ggas hang
Easter eggs finessed with rubies and gold
Keisha Plum, giving you the greatest story never told
Pastry poochie, wild as David Ruffin on coke, dripping in Gucci
It's Gunday, eat these words and die
Surprise surprise, she's still the illest poet alive

[Bridge: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, (boom!) Ayo f*ck these n*ggas yo, (boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!) aye yo
'f*ck about (grrrdt!) none of these n*ggas, yo (Grrrrddddttt! boom boom boom boom boom!)
Luxurious fly sh*t (doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot!)

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, infatuated by KAWS paintings and laws waiting
Medusa on the saucer scrapin'
I be the flyest n*gga ever, mirror mirror
Off-White biker leather, yo, Superman all on my sweater yo
Warhol with the gloves on, turn the stove on
Money green, DB10's, you never drove with
I had the fiends on the block singing "West that n*gga"
Yay dealer, J Dilla, 50 on both wrists's, coke whippers
Chanel bags for both of my b*tches, peace (peace!)
Sold dope for ten years straight
Dog sniff the readymade bag then fainted
Readymade frogman leaping over basics
Your favorite rapper a lil n*gga, let's face it
Know it, NYC apron like I'm baking, Lord
The chain cost thirty, thirty did 'em dirty
You f*ckers ain't worthy, Lord
I do sh*t like, cop a new whip when I'm bored
Griselda Records n*gga, see the scale and the sword
Griselda Records n*gga, it's the f*ckin' almighty
Used to camp in the line, now I'm getting boxes from Nike (ow!)
Shoutout the Flygod's by Nike
Shout out to Chris from Play Cloths
I just might paint the Wraith gold
Face blown off, one shot though (Boom!)
Hop in the Ghost and ghost, (skrr) Gucci goes for show
Free my n*gga A, free my n*gga Sos (Free my n*ggas)
God, why you take [?] so soon? (so soon)
Why you take him so soon Lord?
God, why you take 'Chine Gun so soon? (so soon)
He never made it to twenty-five (twenty-five)
They never made it to twenty-five (twenty-five)
They never made it to twenty-five (twenty-five)
Why you took my n*gga so soon?
Why you took him so soon?
[Bridge: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, it's the Flygod himself
It's Easter Gunday
I just p*ssed champagne all morning
Last night was beautiful, we went out
Y'know, was there at your birthday weekend man
We had the section
We popped bottles all night
Gorgeous b*tches, smoking dope, you know
Fly of course, we just livin' life
n*ggas dropping they albums man
I'm not f*ckin' impressed neither
See I fell back for a minute, doin' the clothes and sh*t
Everything sellin' out, man I think the people-
Y'know this sh*t art, my n*gga, this sh*t legendary, nah'mean like-
I-I come with this shi- I-I come with this sh*t-
Like, I come at this sh*t on some other sh*t, y'nahmean
n*ggas keep stealin' my f*cking sh*t man, nah'mean?
Any- yo, I'm tired of n*ggas stealin' my sh*t man
Let's be f*ckin real man
Nah'mean, your f*cking favorite rappers some little n*ggas too
Tell you that, I don't give a f*ck how-
Them n*ggas could be 42, them n*ggas is still little n*ggas man!
Let's get that f*ckin' straight
It's 'bout to be a hell of a year man
I just woke up and wanted to do this sh*t, man
I had to give y'all n*ggas part two man
And yo, I don't know what the f*ck y'all n*ggas thought
But sh*t don't change over here my n*gga
This sh*t is loyalty over here my n*gga, no matter what
So with that bein' said...
(Yuh!)

[Verse 2]

[Outro]