Letra de Vertino - Conway the Machine

(Feat. Joey Bada$$)

You know

Life is good, man

Life is good

Yeah

Told you

I told you (I told them niggas)

Can't fuck with me, nigga

Brrt

Yeah (Brrt, brrt)

Know what the fuck is up, nigga (Look)

Seen a fiend find a vein in her ankle to shoot it (Hahaha)

Shot that pussy nigga in his knee like we drainin' some fluid (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

Rob a rapper at his own show, took his chain and I threw it (Ha)

Stupid (Give me me that shit, pussy)

The renegade, you been afraid, shot penetrated my shoulder

Still didn't knock the chip away, my heart only got colder

Yeah, cold as Minnesota in October

Yola in the pot swole up

Stop, hold up (Talk to 'em)

They startin' to holler what I sing

They followin' my thing

They gotta acknowledge me as king, nigga (Uh-huh)

Nah, this is god level, Ferarr' yellow

Buyin' every switch, burn 'em with the stick like marshmallow (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

You thirty-somethin' and broke, still drivin' a bitch car

Talkin' 'bout you out gettin' licks off (Hahaha)

I was so comfy in the hood, I can trap with my kicks off (Ah)

Now I'm in that 'Bach, brown interior, call it Biscoff (Woo)

Bitch, I'm the big dog

Draw the plays like I'm Coach Kerr holdin' the clipboard (Yeah)

I take time out, I got warriors on my bench, Chris Paul

Whenever I'm triggered, my trigger finger itch more (Uh-huh)

Reach in my pocket, I can pull hundreds out by the fistful, look (Yeah)

Ain't nobody put me on, I think y'all took it wrong

Y'all better go back, do your Google research and look some more

Watch them YouTube vids 'bout the man with them bullet scars

West' and Butch' would tell you, it was the crooked jaw that took us off

Verses was eye-poppin', we sky rocketed ('Kay)

My mind shine like diamonds in one of Westside watches (Hahaha)

Went from buyin' sixty-two grams to goin' pie shoppin'

My shooter on tour with me, he just was on Crime Stoppers (Facts, nigga)

Shit, they still lookin' for him

Nigga had a brick, gave me two thousand to cook it for him (Okay)

'Chine give the go, niggas hit your top with a bullet for him (Ha)

I get big money at will when I'm puttin' letters together, I Wheel of Fortune

I show niggas love, somehow, I'm still the villain for it

She tryna fuck a rapper so she can feel important

That's why she tryna be all in my section with liquor pourin'

It's six in the mornin', police at my door

Guns by the bed, money in the floor

Neighbors lookin' at me like, "He sell that raw"

Fiends know it's pure, so they keep comin' for more

And the blood keep callin', time to up that score

One hand scratch the other one, that's just law

Your bitch lookin' at me like, "He got that raw"

Fiends know it's pure, so they keep comin' for more

My style is minimalistic, plain Jane simplistic

I'm like Ace and Money Mitch, but really on some pimp shit

Fallin' off ain't too realistic, niggas tellin' tales

Could sell you news stories, but this crack still sells

Rule number one, never ghost the clientele (Never)

Fiends linin' at my door, they need that shit now

Ten Crack Commandments, yo, I knows it too well

This the same dope I'm dishin' out, just on a different scale

Let me break it down if you don't see the vicious steel

You see, I got them hooked on the real

I bossed up and went to Colombia for the deal

Like, fuck the pop a pill shit, this that pure raw they wanna feel

Scarcity in the market, I'm expandin' the margin

And it's only a problem if the product ain't what it's promised

'Cause any competition get demolished

These niggas know my shit hit the hardest, to be honest

Graduated from the school of hard rock with my honors

Started on the block and made it to the top from the bottom

Used to cook it at my grandmama spot, we was starvin'

Right on Vernon, truth be timeless

Block away from Marcy Projects, we was prospects

Gainin' knowledge on the different ways to fill our pockets

Tryna make a profit in order to afford every object we desired

Like, one day I'll retire

But for now, I'll be the main supplier of that fuckin' fire

It's six in the mornin', police at my door

Guns by the bed, money in the floor

Neighbors lookin' at me like, "He sell that raw"

Fiends know it's pure, so they keep comin' for more

And the blood keep callin', time to up that score

One hand scratch the other one, that's just law

Your bitch lookin' at me like, "He got that raw"

Fiends know it's pure, so they keep comin' for more

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