Westside Gunn - BIG DUMP BALLAD Lyrics

Grrt
Grrt
Ayo

All-black Balenci's, bomin' out the bushes (ah)
My heart got scars, my brother face crooked
Allah took us from 'Chine Gun, I was devastated
I'm from a city where ain't nobody ever made it (uh-uh)
Now we lookin' at the stars, I was just caged in
I was just Gucci'd down in Ginza, eatin' ramen
Revelations, duckin' fed investigations
All night, I seen my celly pacin', Lord, be patient
If I had three wishes, I'd want to get Sly out of prison
Make sure my babies live life with no ceilin'
Then I'd give these f*ck niggas wisdom
The world might be a better place, I forgive 'em (ah)
My wifey dancin' to this shit with no rhythm
Forty-three tucked in the Valentino denim (boom, boom, boom, boom)
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Half a kilo, cappuccino, gold Desert Eagle (boom, boom, boom)
(Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Rich and evil, Steven Reagle, Ricky "Dragon" Steamboat
High tops with the Pucci peacoat
Yay' residue on the C-note, my shooters still keep hope (sniff)
He still keep faith
Teesha spot, big eight on the dinner plate
Kids cryin', roaches crawlin', super' need to renovate
First nigga show up, shoot his ass, just to demonstrate (doot, doot, doot, doot)
(Doot, doot, doot)
It's the king of New York (it's the king of New York)
(Doot, doot, doot, doot)
(Doot, doot, doot, doot)
(Doot, doot, doot, doot)
(Doot, doot, doot, doot)
(Doot, doot, doot, doot)

I've cried enough tears
To fill three Nile rivers
When did you start writin' poetry?
I can't remember
This was already destined by God
An angel born in December
Coldest Plum ever (coldest Plum ever)
They want my voice
They want my words
They want my songs
I make the gangstas feel cuddly and warm (cuddly and warm)
Retracin' my footsteps, overthinkin' the missteps
Snowflakes in my necklace, that's courtesy of West
Carry this legacy like a bulletproof vest (yeah)
Shot after shot of D'usse
Pour up my own troubles
Through whatever storms
Pour 'em after poem bubble
Wrote for Pray for Paris and WHO MADE THE SUNSHINE?
The same year, my pops died (rest in peace, Pops)
Impeccable chaos
Writin' kept my ass alive
Still stomp you out in the Louis V Timbo's (Timbo's)
Eastside of Buffalo my birthplace, I've been throwed
Scar tissue, tear another piece of my soul
They did my boy filthy (damn)
The night Inf was murdered
I hit West with the 9-1-1 (9-1-1)
In a state of shock and paranoia (shock and paranoia)
All at once (all at once)
Felt cold, felt burnin' hot, felt numb (felt numb)
Keep your ears to the streets (ears to the streets, ears to the streets)
Long live Big Dump

Brrt, yeah
Took me forever to, to write this
We go through so much pain in life
But it's joy at the same time
And it's loyalty over everything
Big Griselda

Yo, I forgot to tell you
I've done Volume II, Diary of a Jailhouse Lawyer
Volume II by Donald "Sly" Green and Tracy Green
I put a whole ch- (this call is from a federal prison)
Been able to get in touch with you
I put a whole chapter in the book on you, man
On me and you (th-, man)
Me, you, when, um, when we met Nicky Scarfo and all that
I put a whole chapter in there on us, man
Wow
I explained to 'em that, you know, you was a gentlemen gangster and
You didn't go for nothin', you was a stand up dude and
How close we was and how we stood and represented Buff'
I put all that in there