paroles de chanson Machine, Man & Monster (feat. Conway the Machine) - CZARFACE feat. Conway

Yeah
You know what the fuck it is, nigga
Machine, nigga
CZARFACE, nigga
Yeah, uh, uh
Look, look, look

Catch you at the red light (Nigga)
Pop you in the head twice
In the hood playing Cee-lo with the red dice
Look, free my nigga doing fed life
Cross the mob, get his shin broke
Factory rims on the Benz boat
We all eating, none of my friends broke
Fuck boy get out of pocket, MAC-10 smoke
Look, sell a drop, bet the brick fly
Whip and sit it on a napkin, let the shit dry
Remember spraying up the block while my bitch drive
My youngin a killer, it's in my jit eyes
East side nigga, we don't let shit slide
If we can't get to you, then your bitch died
Niggas know how I do it
Go ahead and play stupid, pussy nigga, you gon' leak fluid

Well I get it, I say
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yeah, turn me up some
In another part of the city, at that certain brownstone, we find

I take that pistol they holding, put that shit to their dome and
Look at this as an omen, you hear that click, now get going
When the picture's in motion, you fear that sinister joking
You think I resurrected Heath and hired Christopher Nolan
I just keep the whip clean like an Uber driver
Rappers fall back like a scuba diver
Who is live-r, Larry when I talk trash
Walk away, finger up, drained it off glass
Class is in session, peasants kneel
Every record got the feel of the seventh seal
Every sketch like a Bill Sienkiewicz deal
Every swing like Jackie on Ebbets Field
Used to ride flow, had a low sale
Flipped it for the children on my coat tails
Bars lock you down like there's no bail
My words make a mark like I wrote braille

Well I get it, I say
Turn me up some
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Alright
Meanwhile, a few blocks away

They tell you don't love it, if you can't leave it in a heartbeat
Cash is king, I'm snatching everything in arms reach
Pardon me, y'all in my way
Say it's all about the Benjamins and women friends, call it a day
It's the feeling like the best sex ever, roll your eyes back
Moment you come down to earth, you need that high back
I've been there, rainy days, eight for the haze
Ran the route, caught the ball, and that's the play of the game
See my young Gs fall and trying to play it the same
Get money, catch a body, how you making your name? Shame
Loyalty is for those who did the bid with me
Take care my wife and my kids, if they did get me
Models and bottles on the wake up, straight face, no make up
I catch back pains holding my weight up, straight up
Put 'em on hold, 'cause the paper calling
Full time with the grind, keep a hater talking

Well I get it, I say
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, what's up?
This is what it is, like
Yeah, alright