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conway the machine - bmg كلمات أغنية

[intro]
yeah
look

[verse]
they wanna know, is machine in the peak of his prime or he in decline?
they seekin’ to find creases in my recent design
gotta just read between the lines, you can see through the lies
the evil inside ’em get threatened when i’m speakin’ my mind
been lookin’ for peace of mind, but they want pieces of mine, but f_ck ’em
it’s war time, it ain’t no peace in my mind (woo)
was scattered in a million pieces, who gon’ put together pieces of mine? (ha)
like twenty chains, all them pieces is mine
reach for the sky, yeah (talk to these n_ggas, king)
but while you reachin’ for your piece, i’m squeezin’ mines, that’s the reason you died
it’s funny ’cause n_ggas wanna see you dead, but they need you alive
for that thing you provide that keep ’em inspired
they say, “machine, you motivated me to decide
to get on these beats and just rhyme” (ha)
i think of the times we was doin’ illegal crimes just so we can survive
now i’m in france spendin’ my leisure time drinkin’ this wine (haha)
n_ggas wanted the lion’s share, the biggest piece of the pie
probably the reason why lately you can see the divide
let’s go back to 2016 when i signed to shady records
even em told you machine was that guy (ha)
i’m the god, but when it’s demon time, the heathens’ll slide
album a heater with no big_name features on mines either (woo)
no viral moment, i just went pyro on it (ha)
went and got the lam’ wrapped, i went gyro on ’em (haha)
around that time when they careers started to spiral on ’em (ha)
all i did was get these beats and go psycho on ’em (okay)
and f_ck with me when i seen how evil love can be (uh_huh)
backed into a corner and life was tryna golovkin me, yo (triple g)
i say i’m blessed, they say it’s luck, well, sh_t, lucky me
rolls_royce cullinan same color as bubble tea
probably see me creepin’ with a b_tch leavin’ the doubletree (okay)
pistol on my hip, these n_ggas plottin’ never trouble me (haha)
there’s n_ggas that exist that got a spot and it’s because of me (i know)
you couldn’t get a cent out of a label with your f_ckery (don’t ask us)
griselda kicked the door off of the hinges and now it’s lovely, huh? (sh_t lookin’ good for you, right?)
yeah, the black man is god (ha), huh, the black man is god (talk to ’em)
is that man your boss? i will backhand his jaw (woo)
used to be the trap man, used to sack grams of raw
shootin’ at your windshield, hollow caps slam his car (facts, pah_pah_pah_pah_pah_pah)
uh, the black man is god, the black man is god (ha)
i’m the gift to my whole city, boy, the black santa claus (yeah)
black lam’ like i’m pullin’ up in batman car (vroom)
uh, the black man is god
dog sh_t louie, shout out to my n_gga sauce, yeah (what up, twin?)
[outro]
d_mn, haha, i mean d_mn, n_gga
i know that sh_t gotta hurt
think about it like this
n_gga was somewhere on may street, bullets stuck in my neck
half my face paralyzed, haha
but somehow i still took it where i took it, did what i did
i look good, right?

- conway the machine

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