paroles de chanson SWiTCH (i) - IDK , Conway the Machine
The
author
of
this
album
has
been
arrested
And
behind
bars
for
multiple
occasions
For
things
ranging
from
robbery
while
armed
with
a
deadly
weapon
To
parole
violation
Majority
of
their
early
career
was
funded
by
selling
and
distributing
ganja
The
feds
will
shoot
you
because
they
out
of
breath
The
fiends
gon'
pay
you
because
they
out
of
Meth
I
need
me
a
milli',
and
not
a
dollar
less
I
used
to
think
that
investment
meant
to
wear
a
vest
I
don't
own
a
stock,
but
I'll
prolly
crash
And
if
you
say,
"It's
up",
nigga,
that's
your
ass
At
17,
they
gave
a
nigga
15,
huh
The
judge
called
it
bein'
lenient
They
called
'em
stupid,
but
to
me,
it's
kinda
strange
'Cause
to
be
a
drug
dealer,
man,
you
gotta
be
a
genius
Can't
let
my
jean
pocket
be
the
teeniest
So
I'm
lookin'
for
the
ones
that
look
the
fiendiest
The
transaction
was
the
action
that
was
leadin'
to
the
baggin'
And
I
just
keep
that
shit
a
secret,
like
bohemian
(bang,
bang)
Huh,
shit,
now
I
got
a
felony
They
nose's
in
the
air,
but
they
still
ain't
smellin'
me
Career
ain't
got
no
legs,
while
these
other
niggas,
centipedes
All
'cause
they
walk
to
school,
me,
I
just
walk
the
streets,
see?
I
gotta
get
paper
I'm
fightin'
for
stability,
the
fade,
like
taper
Tell
me,
what's
safer?
Me
runnin'
in
a
nigga
safe
Or
get
hit
with
the
piece
when
I'm
runnin'
from
the
jakes?
(Bang,
bang)
The
feds
will
shoot
you
because
they
out
of
breath
The
fiends
gon'
pay
you
because
they
out
of
Meth
I
need
me
a
milli',
and
not
a
dollar
less
I
used
to
think
that
investment
meant
to
wear
a
vest
I
don't
own
a
stock,
but
I'll
prolly
crash
And
if
you
say,
"It's
up",
nigga,
that's
your
ass
(Bang,
bang)
see,
who
really
who
fault
is
this
when
ignorance
is
bliss?
Or
when
I
went
to
sleep,
it
wasn't
followed
by
a
kiss?
My
momma
didn't
read
me
to
bed
as
a
kid
So
why
would
I
read
to
myself
for
the
win?
I
rather
read
the
eyes
of
my
opp
before
I
sin
And
when
it's
been
confirmed
on
the
news,
then
I
grin
See,
that's
the
shit
that
made
me
happy,
ran
up
on
him,
caught
him
lackin'
Knocked
him
down,
I
Warren
Sapp'd
him,
ran
down
and
overlapped
him
(uh)
The
feds
will
shoot
you
Because
they
out
of
breath
(I
used
to
want
a
nine
to
five,
grew
up,
now
I
have
nine
45's)
The
fiends
gon'
pay
you
because
they
out
of
Meth
(with
the
switch
and
an
extension)
I
need
me
a
milli',
and
not
a
dollar
less
(I
am
not
the
one
to
mention)
I
used
to
think
that
investment
meant
to
wear
a
vest
(choppa
knocked
him
to
a
new
dimension)
I
don't
own
a
stock,
but
I'll
prolly
crash
(now
that
nigga
dead
in
the
trenches)
And
if
you
say,
"It's
up",
nigga,
that's
your
ass
That's
your
ass,
that's
your
ass,
that's
your
ass
(Look)
they
gave
my
homie
40,
he
gave
'em
people
a
dub
back
We
started
from
the
bottom,
we
got
it
from
where
the
mud
at
The
OG's
used
to
cut
three
holes
in
a
skull
cap
Now
younging's
wear
a
Pooh
Shiesty
mask
like,
"Where
the
drugs
at?"
Been
feelin'
uninspired,
I'm
tryin'
to
get
my
love
back
It's
like
my
heart
versus
my
mind
in
a
grudge
match
Busta
Rhymes
told
me,
"Sometimes
the
industry
does
that"
"Don't
let
it
go
too
long,
'cause
it's
hard
gettin'
that
buzz
back"
That's
why
I've
been
rappin'
so
immaculately
About
the
shit
I've
actually
seen
or
what
happened
to
me
Or
what
I've
been
through,
I
do
it
so
passionately
Sometimes,
I
wear
my
emotions
like
a
patch
on
the
sleeve
Of
this
varsity
jacket
that
I
threw
on
to
match
with
my
3's
I
believed
in
myself,
they
ain't
have
to
believe
Some
niggas
with
me
that'll
wipe
your
nose
if
you
happen
to
sneeze
Got
'em
with
me,
so
they
don't
have
to
go
back
to
the
streets
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