Conway the Machine - Fly With Me lyrics

[Intro] When I was broke My confidence was on a million My sh*t was on a million 'Cause I knew I was comin' out of that [Verse 1: Benny the Butcher] We split the money up in two, five hundred grand in the kitty (Uh-huh) All these racks, got your b*tch down in Panama City Yeah, this for the haters that was plannin' to get me Steppin' on them zips got me standin' in Fendi This for honest success and for all the promises kept You know I'm down to pay homage out of respect (Out of respect) But I still spray hollows out of a TEC Rolly face full of diamonds for when it's time to reflect I've been down that same road, so I feel for those It's hard to run in the streets whеn your children know I'm always on the money trail, I got a feel for gold Only rappеr to bid with E and do a deal with Hov You know my pedigree respected by everybody ahead of me The judge had plans on beheadin' me The paperwork said I turned South Buff' to a hub dealin' drugs, I'm a Kingpin allegedly You know that means piano keys that's white as Keanu Reeves When they get their first brick, they channel me (Channel me) Five deep at the game, three grand a seat This mornin', I woke up what I always claimed to be That ni**a [Interlude] Real sh*t When I was broke, ask all my ni**as I was focused on this rap sh*t All the way, all the way locked And I had just fu*ked up my money in the streets I had just fu*ked up my money in the streets I needed that moment to be broke to respect my ni**as' name All my ni**as is hustlers All my ni**as [Verse 2: Conway the Machine] Look Word to the stars in the Wraith ceiling Remember wakin' up being broke, I hated the feeling My sacrifice and dedication just made a few million Handin' in my tapes to the label, I'm shakin' the building We global They got murals of my face on the buildings And that's way in New Zealand Damn, look at all the paper I reeled in Before the Shady deal, I was basically dealing My b*tch ain't have a fat ass, but her face was appealing Yeah, it's La Maquina the honourable Bodies get to droppin', the feds think we responsible My dog home from prison, sh*t'll take a lot out of you Married his girl in jail and got her pregnant on the conjugal Facts I did everything I promised to Bentley trucks for Londa and my mama too Where I'm from, you get too rich, they ain't fond of you What? The FN close I want extra smoke (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Machine, b*tch [Outro] You a real hustler It's a ton of knowledge in being broke, my ni**a So cherish that feeling Ask all my ni**as Cherish that feeling