Therapy Conway the Machine
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(Menace II Society sample: Yo wassup now partner?)
[Chorus: Conway The Machine]
Yeah, physical therapy, physical therapy
Yeah, physical therapy, physical therapy
Yeah, physical therapy, physical therapy
[Verse 1: Conway The Machine]
Yeah!
Look, I did it in my own
Dropped Amerikan Greed, thought I was gone' bring it home
That's when I got shot and them niggas thought I was gone (Damn!)
Now I'm on top, my nigga, I call it home (Aaah!)
Because that's where me and my niggas reside
Niggas can't eat 'till me and my niggas decide
I'm probably fucking your bitch on the side (Hahaha!)
Niggas just lying on records, I'm the realest alive
Came back to kill it, I ain't sеnding my condolence (Nah!)
Niggas ain't fucking with me and I know it (You garbagе!)
What's in your stash, nigga, I blow it
In one night on bottles, stand on the couches and throw it (Huh?)
I'm talking Spade by the cases
You broke, you just talk about ballin', you Stephen A. Smith (Hahaha!)
You niggas talking about that action
Green light on all these niggas, watch my shooters get to wackin' (Aaah!)
[Chorus: Conway The Machine]
Yeah, physical therapy, physical therapy
Yeah, physical therapy, physical therapy
Yeah, physical therapy, physical therapy
[Verse 1: Conway The Machine]
Yeah!
Look, I did it in my own
Dropped Amerikan Greed, thought I was gone' bring it home
That's when I got shot and them niggas thought I was gone (Damn!)
Now I'm on top, my nigga, I call it home (Aaah!)
Because that's where me and my niggas reside
Niggas can't eat 'till me and my niggas decide
I'm probably fucking your bitch on the side (Hahaha!)
Niggas just lying on records, I'm the realest alive
Came back to kill it, I ain't sеnding my condolence (Nah!)
Niggas ain't fucking with me and I know it (You garbagе!)
What's in your stash, nigga, I blow it
In one night on bottles, stand on the couches and throw it (Huh?)
I'm talking Spade by the cases
You broke, you just talk about ballin', you Stephen A. Smith (Hahaha!)
You niggas talking about that action
Green light on all these niggas, watch my shooters get to wackin' (Aaah!)
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