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