Текст песни Jesus Khrysis - Conway the Machine
Woo,
yeah
Yeah,
woo
Woo,
brr
Look,
Machine,
bitch
You
gotta
salute
me
(salute
me),
I′m
in
rare
form
I'm
back
in
my
Devil′s
Reject
bag,
you
gotta
rebuke
me
(hah)
You
gotta
excuse
me,
I'm
the
new
Jim
Jones,
Capo,
and
Louis
Don't
fuck
around,
get
shot
in
your
kufi
(boom,
boom)
I
be
rockin′
this
jewelry,
lot
of
supermodels
try
to
seduce
me
All
from
the
shit
that
I
jotted
on
loose
leaf
And
she
gon′
bring
her
friend
with
her
so
I
get
a
two-piece
I
usually
got
the
throttle
and
the
Prada
Crossbody,
I'm
Gucci
(what′s
good,
nigga?)
I
had
rappers
in
my
section
tryna
drink
all
my
bottles
like
groupies
Ain't
no
rapper
stoppin′
my
two-three
(not
at
all)
That's
the
zone
I′m
in,
I
write
with
a
golden
pen
But
lately,
I
ain't
even
been
writin'
And
I
just
been
goin′
in
(go
in,
nigga)
They
say
the
eyes
is
the
windows
to
the
souls
of
men
I
know
some
friends
pocket
watchin′
Plottin'
on
the
dough
I
spend
(I
know
it)
No
driver
license,
I
drove
a
Benz
Everything
I
drop
an
album
of
the
year
contender
Here
I
go
again
(let′s
go)
Made
a
few
million,
I
barely
announced
it
(hah)
Rappin'
better
than
niggas,
I
can
barely
pronounce
shit
(ha)
Gettin′
to
this
position
was
like
scalin'
a
mountain
Now
look
at
me,
weighin′
money
On
the
scale
when
I'm
countin'
(woo,
talk
to
′em)
We
was
really
whippin′
them
grams
(hah)
Really
gettin'
′em
bands,
get
my
lil'
sister
a
Lamb′
I
came
back
to
kill
these
niggas
again
Lyrics
written
in
Braille,
nigga
you
gotta
feel
it
to
understand
So
when
they
say,
"Who
iller?",
I'm
like,
"Really,
nigga?
You
playin′"
You
really
must
be
his
fan
or
ain't
hearin'
the
shit
I′m
sayin′
(hah)
Gettin'
rich
off
t-shirts
really
wasn′t
the
plan
But
every
time
I
drop
I
reel
in
two
hundred
grand,
nigga
(you
see
the
bag,
right?)
Niggas
try
blockin'
my
goals
I′ma
make
it
messy
(you
see
what
I
did
there?)
My
OG
told
me,
gotta
kill
a
nigga
you
love
Do
it
clean,
you
don't
make
it
messy
Bells
Palsy,
bitches
still
say
I′m
sexy
Remember
I
used
to
go
put
work
in
I
would
take
the
Pesci
(hah)
That's
what
we
call
the
thirty-eights
To
make
sure
they
respect
me
(cap)
Correctional
facilities
can't
correct
me,
nigga
(brr)
Machine,
bitch
Look
(yeah)
From
king
to
a
God,
nigga
(brr,
brr,
brr)
Ah
1 From King
2 Fear Of God (feat. DeJ Loaf)
3 Lemon (feat. Method Man)
4 Dough & Damani
5 Juvenile Hell (feat. Flee Lord, Havoc & Lloyd Banks)
6 Words From Shay (Interlude)
7 Front Lines
8 Anza (feat. Armani Caesar)
9 Seen Everything But Jesus (feat. Freddie Gibbs)
10 Words From Shay (Interlude 2)
11 Spurs 3 (feat. Benny The Butcher & Westside Gunn)
12 Forever Droppin Tears (feat. El Camino)
13 Jesus Khrysis
14 Nothin Less
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