ADAM PAGE Lyrics – Westside Gunn

[Intro: Westside Gunn]
(Griselda by Fashion Rebels)
Ayo

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
Top had the Glock, Neef had the gauge (Boom, boom, boom)
Bullets flipped him like Hangman Adam Page (Boom, boom, boom)
Lobster bisque, went to Spain, back with the shades (Skrrt)
Out in Gijón, my Dior shades sway
No one ahead of me (Uh-uh)
One in the head ’cause of jealousy (Boom)
Weaponry for every fu*k n!gga that’ll F with me (Boom, boom, boom)

Especially these fake rap n!ggas
On the road to success, I was a successful crack dealer, uh (Woo)
Go and get the pot out, we still ain’t whipping (Whipping)
Around Hitler 3, I was on a late mission (Mm)
Make sure the money and the bricks stay and listen
If you hear anything, just shoot, pay attention (Brr)
Now I got diamond ink written on the dishes (Woo)
Eating wagyu, you fu*k n!ggas’ ribs twitching (Woo)
LV 40 Belows like I’m Bishop
Told the b!tch, ”You can’t fu*k with me, I’m too expensive”

[Chorus: Stove God Cooks]
Tell them broke n!ggas don’t say my name no more (Go)
I done got crazy rich, I ain’t sane no more (Brr)
Wrist so heavy, I can’t wave no more
Wrist so heavy, I can’t wave (Woo)
Tell them broke n!ggas don’t say my name no more (Brr)
I done got crazy rich, I ain’t sane no more (No more)
Wrist so heavy, I can’t wave no more (Uh, talk, uh)
Wrist so heavy, I can’t wave (Talk to ’em)

[Verse 2: Stove God Cooks]
I’ll have ’em spray your s*it up all week, even Saturday, they come
They keep spinning ’round your world, it be Saturn when I’m done (I swear)
Some seven-figure run (Go)

Had to get them broke n!ggas from around me, s*it was adding up to nothing
Used to rap in the trap-house mirror while I was pumping (Go)
Foggy water bubbling (Woo), I was hosting 106 (Woo)
I was tryna get hundred bricks, get the summer lit (What?)
I just flew to Dublin, to Paris, to London (Where else?)
I don’t even drive in the lane no more, I’m running it (It’s mine)
Man, stop asking what I’m worth (Haha)
Well, I’m fu*king rich (Broke-ass n!gga)
I just turned down four tours for the fu*k of it (I did)
I just shot dice with the aliens on the mothership (I did)
I still got residue all over the Fendi oven mitt (Woo)
If you got a plug, n!gga, plug it (You should)
Therefore, I don’t wanna hear more back and forth about
Who cooked O’s, they ain’t Stove (ain’t me)
I’m the brick beater
Nigel Bike Air, powder-footprint leaver (Woo)
I still got it cheaper, five bricks for a feature (I do)
The Louis trench so long, you can’t see the chopper, but I’ll make you a believer (Brr, bah-bah-bah-bah-bah)

[Outro: Hangman Adam Page]
There has been one thing
One man that I wanted
To take everything that I could from him
To leave him with nothing but the ash of his pride (Griselda)
Before that one man, there had been a dozen or more other dumbasses to get in my way
And justice delayed is justice denied
But look at me and believe me when I tell you
That I will have what I want