Conway - Rodney Little lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, you see me, n***a See what I do, n***a? It's been a good year, know what I mean Got n***as doing bad though It's crazy 'cause y'all n***as talk that big money sh** n***as hurting though Hah [Verse 1: Conway] Look, they tell me I'm co*ky Cause I don't think no n***a can stop me I'm the man right now, boy, sit and just watch me Style switch before you n***as could copy Shooter slide through with a stick, it isn't for hockey On my hip where the Glock be My city small, b**hes I f** saying rest in peace to the n***a that shot me, woah I'm the king now, my n***a, I'm Jaffe, Joffer But I travel with a Semi like Akeem Where I'm from they consider me top 3 Bar for bar, I don't think no n***a could top me The flow rare like vintage Versace Choppa close, can't let these n***as Biggie and Pac me, nah I'm shooting on sight, I ain't tryna fight But with the hands, I'm Triple G, half Iron Mike Gun to his head, fired twice, they say I ain't right But f** how they feel about it Cross the morgue, f** n***as get k**ed about it Youngin' shootinf like Buddy Hield about it That gangsta sh**, boy, we still about it My jit waivin' the stick, he barely missed Every time he see a n***a been hit, he say, "swish" The semi clapped up This for the n***as that violate parole and say, "f** willing" Send me back up I wanna pop something, every time I pick this mack up The hardest n***as out n***as thats us [Verse 2: Prodigy] n***as tried to stop me for 17 summers But I been on these n***a's necks for 23 summers I'm infallible, impossible to knock me off Top of my game, they very soft, terry cloth Cottonball n***a, I'm a blazing fire I cook your flesh, and come test I, try your luck New York state n***as on these hardcore streets Catch a quick case, put the hardcore beats on 'em They on that trap sh**, I'm on that b**by trap life Come at me, and you gon' step on a land mine These n***as stay running and my n***as stay chasing They shooting by mistake, my shots calculated 'Cause prior to the murder I meditated On post release supervision, I still get it shaking Infamous reputation, ain't no f**in mystery I'm current events, you hip hop history Boxes of Red Stripe, big ting of marijuan' Mind like Farrahkan, heart like the Taliban You talk to me crazy, you dumb I slap fire out you and bust your eardrum This is top tier rap, we second to none Your lil' bars not strong enough to verse us [Outro: Prodigy] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah You know what I'm saying It's that Conway, Prodigy sh** That New York State gangsta sh** [Skit]