[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Yeah, look
They hate you when you winnin' (Uh)
I been knew I was great from the beginnin'
That's why real niggas relate to shit I written
Look, my dog caught a gun case and went to prison
Caught a new one on parole, got a detainer, so he sittin'
He said, "Con, them niggas hate you, so they ain't gon' see your vision
I'm good behind this wall, dog, just make sure that you kill 'em"
I feel him (I feel you, my nigga)
30 shot clips, I fill 'em to the top
Hit 'em up with the Glocks, or I MAC-10 'em (Brrr)
Balmain denim
I hustle for 4 days in 'em
Let the 4 blaze, and 4 strays hit 'em
One van, 4 goons, plus 4 K's in 'em
They snorted a 8-ball, more raw 'caine in 'em (Hahahaha)
I told 'em don't even come back if y'all ain't kill 'em (Uhuh)
I'm the illest, every bar is pure snake venom (Woo)
All my pots got resi' from the raw flake in 'em
Taa, and them fork scrapes in 'em, ha
Whip up, whip up
Keep runnin' your dicksuckers
I'ma pick the fifth up
Blick up your body, leavin' wounds you can't stitch up
It's us, GxFR, grip the 500 Smith up (Uh)
Shit hit a building and chip the bricks up, what
Bustin' and fuck my wrist up
He snitch, fuck him, cut the nigga tongue out his mouth
And sew his lips up
Look, you can't fuck with the shit that I wrote
Didn't like and ripped up
Me and Daringer whipped another brick up (Okay)
Yeah, look
They hate you when you winnin' (Uh)
I been knew I was great from the beginnin'
That's why real niggas relate to shit I written
Look, my dog caught a gun case and went to prison
Caught a new one on parole, got a detainer, so he sittin'
He said, "Con, them niggas hate you, so they ain't gon' see your vision
I'm good behind this wall, dog, just make sure that you kill 'em"
I feel him (I feel you, my nigga)
30 shot clips, I fill 'em to the top
Hit 'em up with the Glocks, or I MAC-10 'em (Brrr)
Balmain denim
I hustle for 4 days in 'em
Let the 4 blaze, and 4 strays hit 'em
One van, 4 goons, plus 4 K's in 'em
They snorted a 8-ball, more raw 'caine in 'em (Hahahaha)
I told 'em don't even come back if y'all ain't kill 'em (Uhuh)
I'm the illest, every bar is pure snake venom (Woo)
All my pots got resi' from the raw flake in 'em
Taa, and them fork scrapes in 'em, ha
Whip up, whip up
Keep runnin' your dicksuckers
I'ma pick the fifth up
Blick up your body, leavin' wounds you can't stitch up
It's us, GxFR, grip the 500 Smith up (Uh)
Shit hit a building and chip the bricks up, what
Bustin' and fuck my wrist up
He snitch, fuck him, cut the nigga tongue out his mouth
And sew his lips up
Look, you can't fuck with the shit that I wrote
Didn't like and ripped up
Me and Daringer whipped another brick up (Okay)
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