Artist: Westside Gunn f/ Keisha Plum
Album:  Supreme Blientele
Song:   RVD
Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com

[Intro]
GR-R-R-R! (Aiyyo-aiyyo-aiyoo-aiyyo!)
GR-R-R-R! (Luxurious fly shit)
(DOOT-DOOT-DOOT-DOOT-DOOT-DOOT-DOOT-DOOT-DOOT...)

[Westside Gunn]
Aiyyo, hecklin the tan, you flex, a nigga talkin extra
Never rode a bike in my life, Supreme Vans selected (ah)
Sellin coke, some might've stretched it, I like to keep it raw
Nigga fell out, one sniff {*sniff*}, you can keep the straw
Flags on the duplex, crew necks, German Suplex
The guide come with a few checks, a Perrier-Jouët
Jewels dropped in the mess hall, I had to pick 'em up
"When you come home?" He said, "Never", I think my heart got stuck
Ah! Ten chains on his own commute
Remember when, Pete shot up my house
tryna hear the goop (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-BOOM!!)
Mona Lisa Off-White, 40 below Feigs
Four door Ferraris with no heads (SKURRRRR!!)
So lavish, my whole locker lit for a 10 o'clock count
I'm standin rich in the JJ Vance trench
Splash the brick on some Rob Van Dam shit
The doors on the green apple Lam' lift (SKUR!!)
You had your cup, whats the logic?
Palm trees on the Mary Jane suits, load the pocket rocket
The feds wanna indict, give life
I'm lookin rich, right? The Wraith with the pinstripes, I been nice (SKUR!!)
I swear, I hate when rap niggaz claiming that they king
Blow your head off with the crown on it, make my ears ring (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-BOOM!!)
Took the ace out the deck, chopped the coke with it
Ain't no business like dope business

[Keisha Plum]
Terracotta, ricotta, red snapper
Grilled lobster and roasted lamb chops
He dresses his wife in Armani
Mistress in Versace and his ho in Top Shop
Fly in his prime like Karl Malone and Karl Kani
In uniform like Karl Lagerfeld, Coco Chanel thrills
Black leather on black leather
Black locs, black blunts filled with black smoke
Ain't no business like dope business
It's brutal, and time is crucial
Never show weakness, think what would Griselda do?
What would Griselda do?
Shoot them before they can shoot you
You know what they say is true
Trust your instincts
Test the circle for weak links
Plum colored minks, plum colored drinks
Everyone wants to know what Plum thinks
Nigga told me his bitch gets lost in the texture of my voice
She hears my poetry and her pussy gets moist

[Outro: Kanye West]
"This is... this is an Hermès level existence at this point, you know?
 Like, you look at a, a Birkin bag, the way it's made
 The more scratches on it, the more, the more value it has
 You know, so all those things, those pieces of the story have...
 Created, uh, who I am today"