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[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Yeah, ni**a
I'm a legend
Look
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
I'm just tryna keep my head above the water, my feet above the ground
Post traumatic stress disorder got me smokin' out the pound
Heard a ni**a say he gon' do something to me, how that sound?
Anybody get out of bounds, shots gon' come and knock him down
I probably won't get my flowers while I can smell 'em
It's gon' take my untimely demise before they realize I'm a legend
I can see this sh*t now, everybody postin' they pictures
With a caption to make people think you really was my ni**a
Told my mama don't let them fu*k ni**as in my funeral
Bury me in my jewels so ni**as know my life was beautiful
Illest to write it, all challengers are invited
They all was inspired by that feeling that I provided
Book of Conway, I'm far from my final chapter
Retired trapper, my idols wasn't no rappers
Uh, race to the top and I'm drivin' faster
Yeah, run the bag up, then retire after
From kilograms to in the stu', businessman
Gave my ni**a life, I know it hit him on that prison van
You don't know the feeling of never seein' your kid again
And it's a Russell Wilson type ni**a raisin' your lil' man
Real sh*t, I know the feeling, ain't seen my son in a minute
BM don't answer for me, so fu*k her, I'm in my feelings
I talk it 'cause I live it, don't give a fu*k 'bout no image
And I'm just gettin' started, my story is far from finished
My lil' brother just came home from doin' time
Put a bankroll in his pocket 'cause I love to see him fly
VS on his neck even if I gotta give him mine
And my bro don't owe me sh*t 'cause I just wanna see him shine
Real sh*t
[Chorus: Conway the Machine]
There for me
When I got shot, them ni**as wasn't there for me, uh (They wasn't there)
They wasn't there for me (Uh)
When I needed you most, you wasn't there for me (Where you was at then?)
I feel like they scared of me (Yeah, they scared)
And I just got a bag and another bag (Bag)
I just got a bag and another bag (Big bag)
Now I'm in my bag and I think they probably scared of me
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, yeah
I just got a bag and another bag, yeah, yeah
I just got a bag and another bag, yeah, yeah
Now I'm in my bag and I bet them ni**as
Petrified, too terrified to testify, you get terrorized
That's death-defyin', dissect the guy, body parts can't be specified
Set on fire, by his dental work, he get identified
His b*tch gotta come and verify, the revolution will be televised
I'm 'bout to binge watch, fu*k her on Zoom and let her friends watch
That's that free dope, no cap, no syringe top, killin' pussy, the dick need tear drops
Tell the opps send a pin drop, I'll be there in ten tops
Clip full like an inbox, shoot you in your AirPods
I'd like to thank my plug at this time, I cannot forget slime
It's a thin line, it's Weezy and Con, catch us on the incline
Up, up in thin air, so high, sometimes my throne feel like a wheelchair
I'm half dead as it is, flag red as it is
Bad breaks or a temper don't add weight to my temple
Them bad b*tches follow me like a drag race, start your engine
Say you're in your bag, ni**a, your bag's a smaller fittin'
ni**as scared of me, I'ma cook 'em, who wants some chicken
War
[Interlude]
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M-M-M-Maybach Music
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
I'm on the balcony, I listen to the birds chirp
Two hundred acres, lemme show you what my words worth
My win advantage is in the [?] with the service
Regurgitate all the b*tches who really worthless
My b*tch position come with the pensions and purses
I'm talkin' business, Balmain and all of the Birkins
Young ni**as beefin', we bustin' down in their verses
Contact the killers when shooters begin to surface
You ni**as slaughtered your daughters attendin' sermons
I'm in the Cullinan callin' shots, I'm the colonel
My diamonds sparkle, models caught up in the turmoil
I keep the guns and the drugs just for the paranoia
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