Rick Ross - Tear Gas** lyrics
Lyrics from snippet [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] M-M-M-M 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 M-M-M