Letra de Milano Nights, Pt. 1 - Conway the Machine

That's the energy I want

Yeah, know what I mean?

Yeah, woke up feeling dangerous, nigga

Niggas should know by now, nigga

Niggas ain't getting money like this, y'all not fucking with the flow

None of that, nigga

You know I'm tryna win behind you like Coach Popovich

Five-star dinner in Greece, view of the whole Acropolis

Don't think I'm like the last rapper you fucked, girl, we polar opposites

(Hahaha, gotta let that lean)

Yeah, nigga tried to reach and it hurt him like a dislocated shoulder popping in (Hah)

Play with us, you know the consequence (You know what's up)

Lately, I have a higher vibration and a lower tolerance

Hate when they tell me be humble

They tryna lower my confidence

My run is close to dominant, boy, you supposed to honor it ('Posed to honor it)

My grass cut low for the snakes

Peanut butter leather with python on the pockets and cobra skin on the moccasins (Woo)

See the world through my lens is total oculus

BOA notifications, that's more dough deposited (Talk to 'em)

Get your Bibles and your rosary

Poison every line when I invent them like cobra teeth (I swear)

Let's make a toast to me

The steak I ordered was 500, they hoping that I plummet

DeLeón tequila, Ace of Spades in my stomach

Niggas get shot in they face for they mouths running

I used to down onions, now I'm in the game, I'm trying to do Bobby Brown numbers (Uh-huh)

Can you stand the rain? This New Edition four pound thumping

They said Machine was offline, well, I'm logging back in (Oh, yeah)

My bitch getting money like Khloé, tell by the car that she in

Had a small problem one time, and my dog had to spin

I don't care who we gotta score on as long as we win (Blrrt)

Nigga, hm-hm-hm-hm

Yeah, you know

Gotta get in my bag, yeah

Look, look

Spent 12,000 on one outfit in Harrods, I doubt if I wear it

Told them I was gon' be king of this shit, I bet now it's apparent

She order lamb and lobster, told the chef at the house to prepare it

The game is mine's now, nigga, and I ain't planning to share it

Jumped in the McLaren, I steered it

It's like what more I gotta prove to you?

What more I gotta do for you to see it's indisputable?

I peeped you dissing on me on the sneak, that's real cute of you, nigga (I see you, nigga)

I push the button, you know what the boys'll do to you

They putting two in you

If you don't die, it's a hospital room with tubes in you, yeah

Even the who-and-whos will tell you who is who, nigga

My trajectory beautiful, uh

I overcame my trials and tribulations to Grammy considerations

I planned it, and all I did was just handle my situation

So I don't understand how I be the man that niggas be hating

Gotta watch them bitches too, they'll slam you with allegations

'Cause they want what's in your safe, shit'll damage your reputation (Woo)

That's why I be the mystery man, I started with trips to Atlanta

Riding back with doggy in the back like the Mystery van

The watch face Tiffany, damn (Talk to 'em)

It's niggas that still stick out they hand and feel like I owe 'em

Same niggas wouldn't give me a gram

When I was fucked up, and I was thinking that this is my man

It don't make sense to me

Kicks a few thousand, hop out coupe smiling

Draco on seat, I'll have a shootout with who doubting

I'm bipolar, I ain't through wilding

I'll do a drive-by to André 3000 flute album (Hahaha)

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