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conway the machine, goosebytheway & sk da king - elephant man كلمات الأغنية

[chorus: goosebytheway]
my mind made up
count that money, that’s the only thing you save up
don’t got no paper in your pocket, how you laid up?
keep puttin’ p_ssy over profit, boy, you played out
yeah, yeah, my mind made up
count that money, that’s the only thing you save up
don’t got no paper in your pocket, how you laid up?
keep puttin’ p_ssy over profit, boy, you played out

[verse 1: goosebytheway & conway the machine]
hear me? yeah, fear is a system we all accustomed to
havin’ faith, i ain’t believe, ’cause i had nothin’ new
i was strugglin’ makin’ ends meet
thirty_four, n_gga, and none of my friends speak
i’m chasin’ m’s but hopefully them ends meet
had enough of the struggle, time to make it bubble
had to get up out my feelings, get it off the muscle
n0body givin’ you sh_t, i had to grind
’cause my presence, n_gga, somethin’ that’s divine (woo, woo)

[verse 2: conway the machine]
the prezi on the left hand, the boy set precedents, d_mn
the bezel and band dance like elephant man (hahaha)
they still tryna further their careers, but don’t ever advance (ah)
every time machine drop a record, it mess with they plans
bj modified the ar, so the weapon enhanced (brr, brr)
young boy got the switch on the pole, you get wet if you glance
d_mn, private table at the hard rock
machine bettin’ seventy grand, and that’s on every hand (hahaha)
[chorus: goosebytheway]
my mind made up
count that money, that’s the only thing you save up
don’t got no paper in your pocket, how you laid up?
keep puttin’ p_ssy over profit, boy, you played out, yeah, yeah

[verse 3: sk da king & heem b$f]
yo, yo, goose, these n_ggas weird as h_ll, really be scared as h_ll
try to act gangster ’round some gangsters, but the real can tell (we can tell)
really took them road trips and stuff to wear with bells (facts)
had to conceal the smell (right), this drumwork music now, but they still for sale
the nine to four_five to your dome and they filled with sh_lls (brr)
either way, that’s your ass, n_gga, head or tails (ah)
the block bumpin’, i’m just tryna clear the cell (work)
the work jumpin’ out the water, like a k!ller whale
we need a million grails (woo)
yes, i will prevail, never will i fail, i ain’t b_tch or frail (nah)
got dirt all up under my fingernails, boy, you tinkerbell (haha)
these n_ggas mimic well (right)
you see my impact, it’s off the richter scale (ah)
put a lot of ice on my watch, for all that time that i spent in jail (ooh)
yeah, waitin’ for the bro, tap in, that the work landed (right)
when that bass touch down, we call it bo jackson (ooh)
never go at ’em, i ain’t gon’ spell it out (nah), no closed caption (they know)
goin’ against the whole camp, pray for the best, but still the worst happens (drum)
[verse 4: heem b$f]
they know heem the soprano, baby chopper in the flannel (they know)
live on the eastside, we put bodies on the channel
you gon’ lose, tryna gamble, know my goons too much to handle
my homie rollin’, tweakin’, paint his face up, like he rambo
the pistol on the mantel (it’s right there), you snitch, i can’t stand you (can’t stand you)
he talkin’ like it’s lit, so we blowin’ out his candles
i’ve been stackin’ up on ammo (stackin’ up), paint the foreign camo (skrrt)
we customize the glocks, it’s tan gucci on the handles
stash a birdie in the panel, servin’ in my sandals
the man behind the mask, like i’m young rip hamil
gotta play the cards they hand you, i wave it and they scramble
one time, we k!lled a junkie, we was handin’ out them samples
you st_rdy, then we stamp you (stamp you), i told the shooters “camp you” (camp that n_gga)
you can die in broad day, so don’t let them n_ggas amp you (don’t let them gas you up)
this street life a scandal (scandal), just play it how they playin’ you (plan)
if you go out like a gangster, that’s the life that god planned, n_gga (they know)

[verse 5: rome streetz]
ayo, ayy, bums, i rose up, i. used to deal with scum (uh_huh)
now when the money come from the label, that sh_t in lump sums (cash)
you older than me, but you still broke, so you my son’s son (these n_ggas washed)
grown_up lil’ n_gga, sent to the store on a blunt run
crime, we did it all, we never called 911 (never)
before i had my own, me and my homie shared one gun
a sh_tty hi_point, now it’s rugers and sig sauers (bah, bah)
stash cake in case i catch a case to pay for the lawyer
that’s your wh0re, i slit her off, ’cause she a daughter aura (uh_huh)
she open wide, like all the doors on the ford explorer (haha)
i hit it, then run off, like i’m baseball’s leading scorer (woo)
was sellin’ b_lls and quarters, now i’m just rappin’ with quarters
when i go to work, this sh_t a body, like the f_ckin’ coroner
my whip a foreigner, this the raw that they snortin’ up
[outro: goosebytheway]
my mind made up (made up)

- conway the machine goosebytheway sk da king

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