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conway the machine - nu devils كلمات أغنية

[intro: conway the machine]
mmm, ah (hmm)
uh

[chorus: conway the machine]
i don’t know what it is
blessings keep comin’ in, sh_t, i don’t know what it is (i don’t know)
but i ain’t sendin’ no rescue boat, n_gga, you burnt the bridge (look)
i don’t want you to die yet, f_ck n_gga, need you to live (i need you here)
i need you to be around long enough to watch me do it big, n_gga (haha)

[verse 1: conway the machine]
yeah, ayy, i don’t know what it is (yeah)
these n_ggas so p_ssy, they don’t ever stand on what they did (stand on it)
grandma said god do (araabmuzik), but my heart never forgives (never)
uh, i don’t know what it is
had the wolves on that bullsh_t in new york like i’m coach thibs (ah)
jumpin’ out your bushes soon as they get the drop where you live
bro opened up, fire burnin’ a n_gga right in front of his kids
no cap, i paid for likе three hats like i’m at lids (woo), ayy
you wanna be jordan?
might gotta punch a teammatе in the face (ah), that sh_t important (huh?)
i wanna win more than n_ggas, you see how i’m recordin’
hoppin’ out the amg, louis v timbs more than your mortgage (n_gga, ayy, talk to ’em)
flawless (huh?), my neck and wrist is a faucet (cap)
told lil’ bro on tour with me, had three warrants (three?)
more n_ggas hatin’ on me while i get bags in that’s enormous (ha)
i just skate past (huh?), cartier crash (woo)
my lil’ b_tch straight bad (bad), i’ll slap on that fake ass (fat)
my goons’ll straight spazz (spazz), not who you wanna make mad (uh_uh)
respect is everything, we g_checkin’ everything (everything)
y’all on that magic johnson sh_t, y’all let the fake pass (uh_huh)
me, i’m quick to straight crashout, like f_ck my break pass, uh (talk to these n_ggas, king)
but now my time consumed with getting this money
i planted me a seed, now my eyes is gloomin’ (ah)
n_ggas still try to undermine my influence
but what those other guys was doin’ before i arrived to do this (haha)
rest in peace clark kent, he told these n_ggas i was the truest (rest in peace, my n_gga)
look (look)
[chorus: conway the machine]
i don’t know what it is (huh?)
these f_ck n_ggas just wanna take from me, they don’t never give
back_to_back rolls_royce trucks when i’m pulling up at liv (you see me)
’bout to go back, f_ck me a rap n_gga b_tch like i’m diggs, n_gga (ha)
yeah, i don’t know what it is
these n_ggas still broke, i see they stomach touchin’ they ribs
free c’s, free kutter, free shiest, walkin’ down they bid
honey bun in the duffel bag for they make it back to the crib (free my n_ggas)
i don’t know what it is

[interlude: g herbo]
yeah, uh, g herbo, conway the machine
man, let me show you how to—
how this sh_t go, where you flowin’ with a rap god
how iron sharpen iron (let’s get it)

[verse 2: g herbo]
i don’t know what it is about n_ggas
how they player hate and doubt n_ggas
how they sneak diss and clout chase, see ’em, gotta slap the sh_t out n_ggas
but f_ck ’em, i’m gettin’ my riches (you know that)
i was sixteen with six figures
i was trappin’, been ’bout business
move weight, i been ’bout fitness
and i’m still locked in with the k!llers
at 21, bust down a m with my hitters
i was thuggin’ ever since i was little
you don’t pick a side, get stuck in the middle
got no love for suckers and snitches
can’t come on this side, sh_t don’t even fit us (uh_uh)
four glock 23s in the vip, anyone tweak in here, we’ll switch ’em (grrt)
wave b_y_e when he d_i_e ’cause the arp ain’t missin (never)
i ain’t never once shot from a distance (never)
put that smoke in the air like an incense
when it’s war, ain’t n0body innocent
up the score real quick, sh_t instant
street n_ggas turn b_tch, i seen it
four nick’ make demons christian
but back to this cake, i missed it (i missed it)
i’m a millionaire straight out the trenches (swerve)
get paid ’til i die, no pension
scored a touchdown, fourth and inches
n_ggas d_ck ridin’ from the benches (f_ck ’em)
why they always so defensive? (f_ck ’em)
i ignore ’em, but i feel that tension
done sh_t for them that i won’t mention
swerve, they know i’m the biggest (biggest)
i’m the one let you get your shine on even though i’m the littest
i own my masters and my mixes, put a rolls_royce on sixes (for real)
i pop out daily in fits 10k, and i don’t wanna take no pictures
my father had two benzes back when n_ggas was ridin’ spinners
two decades later, got ten whips, some i only drive in winter (only in the winter)
i pray god let my broski in, although he died a sinner
guess i’ll repent for both our sins ’cause i was slidin’ with him, yeah (muzik)
[interlude: g herbo]
no bap
come on

[verse 3: g herbo]
they thought i was done, i’m right back in this sh_t (i ain’t done yet)
like cube and epps, i’m ’bout my benjamins
spent an m and ducked two sentences
hit the ‘raq, linked up with menaces
new deal worth thirty mill’, at thirty, i’m tryna touch a fifty clip (relentless)
mama said don’t tell my business, but i gotta keep you n_ggas hip (gotta keep you n_ggas hip)
still tote some sh_t with a rubber grip, so mind your f_ckin’ lip
on my strip, we militant, post up like darko miličić
here i am, since 2016, i’m still k!llin’ sh_t (uh)
two of my backends, a hundred grand, i’m ’bout to spend this sh_t
told my blood, “take a quarter ticket, go and make it flip” (flip that)
i got bored, hit the dealership and copped another whip (nyoom)
every load five hundred bowls, i started from a zip
ain’t no player celebratin’ wins until we get a ‘ship (a championship)
i got comfortable, started to slip, i had to get a grip
i don’t wanna eat my f_ckin’ chips until i get some dip

[outro]
some of that griselda sh_t, they be like, they talk that sh_t
they feel like 1994 boom bap hip_hop
i literally would beg for them not to change their sound
’cause they’ve opened the door for boom bap rap again
and i hope that they leave the door open
they talk, yo, conway, talks, talks
conway is vicious, i love them dudes, i do

- conway the machine

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