[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Uh, yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah, woah, oh (Hahahaha)
Yeah (Ha)
Yeah, yeah (Hahaha)
Yeah, yeah (I felt like singin', nigga), uh
[Chorus: Conway the Machine]
I did a lot of shit that I regret (Lot of shit I regret), yeah
I've done a lot of things I can't take back (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, take back)
But I was tryna just get my respect (Tryna just get my respect), uh
I'll catch the body when I ring this MAC (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Lord knows that I'm tryin' (Lord knows), but we come up from the bottom
Growin' up, most of my homies was dyin'
You know that I'm slidin' on a nigga if my babies is cryin' (You know I'm slidin', for my babies)
I'ma forever stay solid (Yeah, yeah), look
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Lil Lotto got shot, Mikey B got shot (Psh)
Lou and Jojo got shot, ChineGun got shot (Rest in peace, niggas)
I start my verse sayin' they names to show we haven't forgot (Uh-huh)
I'm reminiscin' about my niggas, I miss them a lot (We ain't forgot you niggas)
Bismillah, city I'm from get risky a lot
Gotta get you a Glock, in case you gotta lick a few shots (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Flip your pack a few times, stack it, and get you a block
Keep your grip on you for niggas tryna get what you got
My nigga Sos up in the feds, he been down for like seven
We fell out before he left and we never got to address it
I still answer every call, when he come home, I plan to bless him (Real shit)
'Cause we spoke about it like two men and I was corrected (Uh-huh)
That's lil' shit, I ain't stressin' (Nah), we still got a connection
He was in the feds with West and I'm solid without a question
Back then, two of the woes hit a lick for that lil' bread
Ain't get them bricks out of that nigga, they still shot him and fled (Brr)
Police caught 'em both two days later and caught the bitch
She ain't know not to take your cellphone when you hit a lick (Fuck is you doin'?), look
I'm from a sturdy block, duckin' the dirty cops
Made a fortune with a fork and a dirty pot, I swear I did a lot
Uh, yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah, woah, oh (Hahahaha)
Yeah (Ha)
Yeah, yeah (Hahaha)
Yeah, yeah (I felt like singin', nigga), uh
[Chorus: Conway the Machine]
I did a lot of shit that I regret (Lot of shit I regret), yeah
I've done a lot of things I can't take back (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, take back)
But I was tryna just get my respect (Tryna just get my respect), uh
I'll catch the body when I ring this MAC (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Lord knows that I'm tryin' (Lord knows), but we come up from the bottom
Growin' up, most of my homies was dyin'
You know that I'm slidin' on a nigga if my babies is cryin' (You know I'm slidin', for my babies)
I'ma forever stay solid (Yeah, yeah), look
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Lil Lotto got shot, Mikey B got shot (Psh)
Lou and Jojo got shot, ChineGun got shot (Rest in peace, niggas)
I start my verse sayin' they names to show we haven't forgot (Uh-huh)
I'm reminiscin' about my niggas, I miss them a lot (We ain't forgot you niggas)
Bismillah, city I'm from get risky a lot
Gotta get you a Glock, in case you gotta lick a few shots (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Flip your pack a few times, stack it, and get you a block
Keep your grip on you for niggas tryna get what you got
My nigga Sos up in the feds, he been down for like seven
We fell out before he left and we never got to address it
I still answer every call, when he come home, I plan to bless him (Real shit)
'Cause we spoke about it like two men and I was corrected (Uh-huh)
That's lil' shit, I ain't stressin' (Nah), we still got a connection
He was in the feds with West and I'm solid without a question
Back then, two of the woes hit a lick for that lil' bread
Ain't get them bricks out of that nigga, they still shot him and fled (Brr)
Police caught 'em both two days later and caught the bitch
She ain't know not to take your cellphone when you hit a lick (Fuck is you doin'?), look
I'm from a sturdy block, duckin' the dirty cops
Made a fortune with a fork and a dirty pot, I swear I did a lot
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