Judas (feat. Westside Gunn & Conway)

Take a walk

I gotta change the reel

I said fuck off

Ayo (brr)

Ayo

Fuck these niggas, yo

Ayo

Three shots left his stomach out (boom, boom, boom)

Don't ask, nigga, these ain't comin' out

Niggas tyin' rope around your fam, yo

My shooter so high, the nigga won't land, yo

Wrist a hundred grand, yo

All gold stove, every wall got a Van Gogh

Whipped the work so incredible

Fiend got the pack, bit it open like it's edible, Lord

SB skater on a hater

Phantom on Fairfax, they thought I was a Laker (brr)

Don't get embarrassed by the merits

Murals of Paris, I ain't never been to Paris (never)

Murals of Phoenix, I ain't never been to Phoenix (never)

In Tom Ford suits of Bobby "The Brain" Heenan (never)

Boston crab, the whole slab

Before I go broke, I'll get the MAC and the mask

Over the baby crib, my nigga, where the stash at?

My man killed a family, killed himself and smoked a bad batch

This Margiela on Mad Max

Persian bitch, titties look fake, plus her ass fat (whoo)

Niggas doubted, now they payin' homage

New deal with money to send my kids' kids' to college

Ayo, do the knowledge

Ayo, peace to Knxwledge

You niggas garbage (fuck y'all niggas, man)

Niggas ain't shit, man

Yeah, these niggas garbage

Uh, Fendi monster shit for me and my conglomerate

I heard a lot of niggas spit, but nobody that's dominant

Nobody that's consistent and that's obvious

The music speak for itself and plus I got murals in other continents (that's me, nigga)

Most of these rap niggas livin' in they mama's shit

They pushin' 40 and broke (ha), safety on the 40 is broke

Uh, I blick until you lose consciousness (uh-huh)

High school dropout, spittin' like I got a doctorate degree

I'm what's popping, bitch, you opposite of me

2016, nobody jotted hotter shit than me

You see, dotted my I's and now I got it to a tee

My goons love me so much, they wanna body shit for free, like (them my niggas man)

Fuck- fuck the bag, they don't need it

They just wanna squeeze and leave you deceased, at least a paraplegic (yeah)

Hit in my head and walked out of the 'spital, please believe it (uh)

Like three days later, now they comparin' me to Jesus (ha-ha)

I walked on water, nigga, I made the blind see

Turned water to champagne, 12 shooters behind me

Those my disciples

All me verses on a God level, nigga, you should find those in the Bible (talk to 'em)

Look, I don't think no rapper can fuck with me (uh-uh)

Nigga feel different, tell him to get in touch with me

Rap shit, street shit, come and see what's up with me (what's poppin', nigga?)

Was 50 round sticks just to air out your fuckery (brr)

Blah

Blah

Wanna try the red? The red is even better

Let me smell it

It's like that shit we were drinkin' in Paris

Let me try it, hold on

Man

It's not mouthwash

No, but you wanna aerate it a little bit

Put a fuckin', uh, shot?

Well, taste it first, see if you like it

I don't like it, send me, see what else you guys got

Do you like it? It's a little funky

Yeah, it is weird

It is, right?

It's mad unfiltered, you like?

Pour it up

Just pour it