Salute (Feat. Westside Gunn & Styles P) ft. Styles P & Westside Gunn Lyrics

Salute"

(feat. Styles P & Westside Gunn)

Yeah, CHOMP 2

9th Wonder

Yeah, let me talk to 'em

Yeah, yeah

The sun is beamin' down, I'm wrapped up in the light

May never be fulfilled 'cause with the mill' comes the appetite

Vanna White, I make a fortune, y'all just tappin' on the screens

She askin' me if I'm a player, 'bout to draft her on the team

I grab the steam from my shattered dreams and let it propel me

I got the juice like Martinelli, my success, it been stealthy

Under the radar, stay out the graveyard, my momma prays hard

I was in Brazil and women treated me like Neymar

Rockstar, Sammy Hagar, good neighbor like State Farm

So people go to war for me like Braveheart

I told the pilot, "Keep the plane parked", we out celebratin' (Yeah)

My shows are spiritual, you'll think the crowd's levitatin' (Yeah)

I'm still acceleratin', this ain't my top speed

I feel like the one, I can't be worried 'bout top threes

You swimmin' in calm seas, good luck when it gets rough

I swam through the storms and now the waves don't affect much

They mad I stay blessed up (Yeah) they'd rather me messed up (Yeah)

They tryna stop my movement but it's you who's gon' get stuck (Haha)

I stay in tune, they be chasin' news

Pumpin' poison to the people, I remain immune

Homies carry sticks like they playin' pool, they play it cool, you never know (Be cool)

You get it all once you let it go

You better grow on first, keep your soul nourished

Gotta watch your words around the media

They always got the phones up, tell 'em, "No tourists" (Weirdos)

I told my momma, "Go purchase anything you desire"

Another million dollar wire, in the midst of the fire

The sharpest steel gets made and I'm immersed in the flames

People cursin' my name, the person that I became

Is someone who can get burnt but not be hurt by the pain

But I ain't gon' lie to you, man, at first it was strange

I yearn for the rain, somethin' to reverse or restore

'Til I embraced and flipped it, now it can't hurt me no more, yeah

I'm undisputed, you cannot rebuke it

Look how they salutin' me (Salute, salute)

Whether it's this side, over there it's that side

Look how they salutin' me (Salute, salute)

[Westside Gunn:]

Ayo, my heart's chrome, I dropped a .9 on my i-stove

Made it a half a gram, sure can't decide though (Boom-boom, boom-boom)

Gave papi a half to get me goin'

Palm Angels was fallin' out the sky, one said, "Peace Allah"

Ronnie Fieg up the leg, the Johnny Dang's lookin' like winnipeg

Cocaine pots were misbehavin' like a ceilin' fan

Spilling Vueve-y, let's make a movie, bitch

Go to JJ's, get a two piece, I'm tryna do me

Touch the two-seater, you never seen one (Skrr)

Just bought a new house, new whip and a machine gun (Grrrrrttt)

Never live life of a fiend, son

I played ball, I could've went D1

Until I sold D1, each one teach one

Sittin' in a cell like "Nigga gon' be somethin'" (Ah)

We doin' walk-ups, no drive-bys today (Boom boom boom boom boom boom)

Eddie V's jumbo shrimp and filet (And filet)

Catch a nigga for his jewels on his worst of days

Niggas came back with some big shit, that shit spray (Grr, grrt, grrtt)

"Ayo, West, why your neck look like that?" Corduroy toys

Peekin' out the left wing, we bling joy

What's the math on the balance is miraculous

Seventeen karats at my ears, what's gold? It's just some [?]

[Russ (Styles P):]

I'm undisputed, you cannot rebuke it

Look how they salutin' me (Salute, salute, Let's go, Russ)

Whether it's this side, over there it's that side (SP the Ghost, D-Block, yeah)

Look how they salutin' me (Salute, salute)

[Styles P:]

Yeah, kickin' on the mic', Mr. Wicked on the mic (Wicked)

It's a undisputed fact, I ain't slippin' on the ice

I can be in a snowstorm and feel hot (Hot)

Yeah, I'm healthy but I'm the sickest in the site (Sickest)

Blicker and a knife, and some Nikes, and some weed I can light

'Long with Russ, beat came from from 9th (9th)

Told 'em I'm the tenth one then maybe the first (I just maybe)

I could kill 'em with a thought or maybe a verse

Got a handgun, homie, but it ain't in the purse

Not a man bag, thought your man had your back

Then he sold me, split up your front, have it last, ha

Me, I'm in LAX

Just ran through New York like L.A. next (That's next)

MIA after that (That's after)

Cross me then it's MIA after that (Woo)

No Ghostbuster, not even with a plasma gas (Uh-huh)

This a code red, I am a old head (I'm a cold head)

Get popped by a skinny chick ridin' the moped (Get popped)

Locked with no dreads (Uh-uh)

You niggas seen the dread when I'm near

Ask different kid, then you throw bread in that air (I did)

You know I got a brain for war

But I'm cool now (I'm cool) 'cause I got the chains, the stores

Yeah, and we movin' health in the hood (We movin' health)

You salute us, you gon' need help in your hood (Let's go)

I'm undisputed, you cannot rebuke it

Look how they salutin' me (Salute, salute)

Whether it's this side, over there it's that side

Look how they salutin' me (Salute, salute)