Letra de Family Ties - Conway the Machine

Legendary shit, nigga (Yeah)

Legendary shit from here on out, nigga

Let's go

You know I'm a legend, bitch, you know I'm a legend

All of my bros keep a pole in possession

We shot at and missed, man, our Lord must have blessed him

He must have been prayin', like Lord is my shepherd

DJ T., Think OJ

Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up (Ahaha)

Hol' up, brotha, hol' up, hol' up, man

Run that shit back, we gotta start that from the beginning

They gotta– they gotta catch all that

They gotta catch all that, run that shit back, DJ T

I told you niggas! (Yeah)

I told you niggas, this just the appetizer

February 25th, nigga

You know I'm a legend, bitch, you know I'm a legend

All of my bros keep a pole in possession

We shot at and missed, man, our Lord must have blessed him

He must have been prayin', like Lord is my shepherd

Hood ain't the same since my bro got arrested

I thank the Lord that he only got seven

Keep thinkin' I'm pussy, I'm blowin' this FN

You play if you want, get a hole in your melon (Grra, grra, grra)

Put up numbers like Kobe '07

I feel like I'm Mike in them Jordan 11s

Mixed stones in my bezel, the Rollie impressive (Woo, woo)

(Talk to 'em) Them lil' niggas still gotta get on my level

If they want smoke, then you know it's whatever

They rappin' 'bout blow that we know they not– (Stop it, ahah)

Uh, bro, they gotta stop this shit

Why every song 'bout a opp' and brick?

When they life really the opposite (Hahaha)

I just sit back and I watch this shit

Bust down the Benz so the watch can hit

The car was five hundred, so I can sit (Woo)

On the backseat, it's too hot from stick (Brrr)

Park right in front of the club (Yeah)

Ice on my neck like I'm Gunna and Thug

Cool with the hate 'cause it come with the love

This is my life, sex, money, and drugs (Uh)

I take my gun in the club (Yeah)

My bottles come in a tub (They comin')

Street résumé not a smudge (I know)

Smut on my name, that's a dub (Official)

That's on everything that I love (Woo)

I just give a nigga a dub (Woo)

He gon' leave you swimmin' in blood (Woo)

He gon' come get it in blood

You know I'm a legend, bitch, you know I'm a legend

All of my bros keep a pole in possession

We shot at and missed, man, our Lord must have blessed him

He must have been prayin', like Lord is my shepherd

Hood ain't the same since my bro got arrested

I thank the Lord that he only got seven

Keep thinkin' I'm pussy, I'm blowin' this FN

You play if you want, get a hole in your melon (Grrr)

Free Cuda!

That's your bro, you should tell him that we got his low

And it's up when we catch him

I know the parolies, I know all the felons

They just came home, and they two overzealous

They know it's some piece in the house, they can smell it

They kick in your door, take it all then they bailin'

My homie gon' send fifty joints if I tell him

Said I can come get 'em, or he can just mail it

And you could just wire the bread or just sell it

And come back, and get fifty more when you ready

You think she a dime, but she really a seven

Her pussy on Only Fans, but she don't sell it (Ahaha)

I didn't pay anyway, I didn't sweat it

That pussy was garbage, so she coulda kept it

You say you that nigga if I let you tell 'em

When we asked about you, you really irrelevant

Niggas ain't try for that bag, they got settlement (Hahaha)

Let's settle it

Let's settle this shit, let's settle this shit once and for all, nigga

Smokin' on your top five pack tonight

We smokin' on your top five pack tonight (Here we go again)

God Don't Make Mistakes (Uh)

Now that I got your attention, I got to mention

I got some henchmen, they carry Glock with extension

They gonna pop if there's tension, goin' to school

Fucked up in class, man, I did not listen, got me detention

I use to jot on my composition

Shit I jotted got me hopping in Benzes

God as my witness, since I done got in the business

Shit has been stoppin' my friendships

I got to hustle and I got the knowledge and vision

I don't see no competition, they show a lot of resentment

You at the top, then I promise you I'm on a mission

Honestly, I'm in contention (Ha)

You drop a project, I'm not even flinching

Don't do me no favors

I don't need a nigga do me no favors (Nah)

My man, mama love, so bro say to get more yayo

Who knew the lil' nigga'd grow later to be a young pole sprayer

Teflon, four layers, he gon' up it on you if I okay it

I'm only gon' say it one time, man, you niggas better obey it

I'm the best, when y'all niggas gon' say it?

I ain't write this, no pen, no paper

Two mill' for the deal, nah, it ain't no paper

Bad bitch lookin' like Snoh Aalegra, I'ma get her throat later

Tsk, tsk, hah, I told y'all niggas, man

It's competition for dinner, it's competitio–

It's competition for the motherfuckin'–

For the appetizer, for the entrée, for it all, nigga

Free Cuda, free C's

Rest in piece Machine Gun Black

Long live the legend, DJ Shay

Everything for Wheeze, you already–

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