Long Live J Dilla (feat. Westside Gunn & Busta Rhymes)

(Ahh) grrt

Yeah, yeah (how 'bout that)

Grrt

The luxurious (pray to god)

Ayo (pray to god), ayo

I'm the one-man army, flygod (ah)

I never been tooken out

My shooters on the roof looking out

I drop coke, in fact, four and a baby

Whipped the eight and made 'em go brazy (whip)

Neiman Marcus Garvey, godly, wallahi

You call me anything less than Goat, don't insult me (mm)

Pulled up the six coffee (skrrt)

Long ways from dope, in the trunk of the Grand Marquis

Shouts to Grand Marnier, now it's Dom rosé (ah)

Now the wrist got the Jacob with the timezone face (ah)

Every day, I pray to J Dilla still

Your favorite rapper aight, but he not real

Money comes and goes, the strong rеbuild (ah)

Might sell my soul, cop me the balеs

Been selling out shows, the love be so real (ah)

Been fighting off hoes and fucking for real (ah)

Every day I pray to J Dilla

It's a full-time job, not to spray a nigga (grrt)

Every day I pray to J Dilla

It's a full-time job, not to spray a nigga (grrt, grrt, ayo)

Every day I pray to J Dilla (grt, woo)

It's a full-time job, not to spray a nigga (ah)

Every day I pray to J Dilla

It's a full-time job, not to spray a nigga (ayo, grrt)

Canary-yellow, mustard color my boot

Cardigan Louis Vuitton on, with the baddest bitches playing the flute

Sipping Canlis wine, they love how we do it

And fuck a bitch, want bad bitches to decorate the room to J Dilla music

See what we doing here is, picking the pace up, better tighten your laces up

This fucking slap, i'll ugly your faces up

Got the cascade sparkle, we shining

First impression we left up on every nigga, was how we sparkle like diamond

Celebrating Dilla, wining and dining

Every time that I black on a Dilla beat, is another mountain I'm climbing

Look, huh, look what this motherfucking shit has come to

God, thanks for J Dilla, ma dukes, we love you

Huh, as you can see, nigga

Besides slum village, nobody got more J Dilla production than me, nigga

Yeah, now let me talk my shit

For the introduction to Dilla, big homie Q-tip

Give him whatever sample, he gon' create a new flip

Like clothes, when it comes to production, he create your new drip

Takes us on a sound-travel vacation, a new trip

Make niggas wanna talk about it, creating a loose lip, huh

Look, if niggas wonder how I got it

Dilla had his moms getting samples out the coat closet

Common got his crib closer to doctors, it was therapeutic

And in his last days, he continued to feed the street with the music, the music (grrt)

Every day I pray to J Dilla

It's a full-time job, not to spray a nigga (grrt)

Every day I pray to J Dilla

It's a full-time job, not to spray a nigga (ah)

Every day I pray to J Dilla (grt)

It's a full-time job, not to spray a nigga (ah)

We live, another day

Pray to God

Then we pray to god, then we pray to god

We live, another day

Oh baby