[Intro: Sample]
"Ain't a mothafuckin nigga gonna say nothing fly again. I'm a professional mothafuckin' sucka ducka. It's hard on a pimp and a gangsta and a trucker, understand me. Ray Charles was blind but he had vision. Hopefully you can see where this pimpin' goin'"
[Verse 1: Conway]
Told you it ain't safe for you (huh)
I got the shooter on the chase for you
Took a few thousand out the safe for you (put that bag on you)
Five bullets in the thirty-eight for you (ah huh)
I know these niggas ain't loyal, that's a snake for you (I don't fuck with niggas)
Plug hit me, said I got a plate for you (I got that for you)
As far as rapping, I'm Tom Brady, you Blake Bortles
I ain't normal
I'm an alien, I ain't mortal
I escape from outer space through a gate portal
Machine & McQueen
My queen is Celine, M-16 with the beam it'll ring
On Hot 97 with the thing in my jeans
I'm Kareem with the rings (whoa, talk to em')
I'm the nigga you should be pleased to meet
'Cause I appease the streets and I ain't even reach my peak
Could drop a bag or have the youngin' do you greasy free
White thermal under his Dickie, I call him Eazy E
Tighten ya boots, I'm nice in the booth
More like Jesus Christ in the booth
Over beats my nigga Khrysis produced
I'm in the hood shooting dice I'm with gooks
I fucked around and aced twice to the deuce
I threw the dice on the roof
Fuck it, everything I write is the truth
Bars hit hard like Tyson
I'll chew ya motherfuckin' ear off
It's like I just started my career off
But watch how I'm 'bout to finish the year off
"Ain't a mothafuckin nigga gonna say nothing fly again. I'm a professional mothafuckin' sucka ducka. It's hard on a pimp and a gangsta and a trucker, understand me. Ray Charles was blind but he had vision. Hopefully you can see where this pimpin' goin'"
[Verse 1: Conway]
Told you it ain't safe for you (huh)
I got the shooter on the chase for you
Took a few thousand out the safe for you (put that bag on you)
Five bullets in the thirty-eight for you (ah huh)
I know these niggas ain't loyal, that's a snake for you (I don't fuck with niggas)
Plug hit me, said I got a plate for you (I got that for you)
As far as rapping, I'm Tom Brady, you Blake Bortles
I ain't normal
I'm an alien, I ain't mortal
I escape from outer space through a gate portal
Machine & McQueen
My queen is Celine, M-16 with the beam it'll ring
On Hot 97 with the thing in my jeans
I'm Kareem with the rings (whoa, talk to em')
I'm the nigga you should be pleased to meet
'Cause I appease the streets and I ain't even reach my peak
Could drop a bag or have the youngin' do you greasy free
White thermal under his Dickie, I call him Eazy E
Tighten ya boots, I'm nice in the booth
More like Jesus Christ in the booth
Over beats my nigga Khrysis produced
I'm in the hood shooting dice I'm with gooks
I fucked around and aced twice to the deuce
I threw the dice on the roof
Fuck it, everything I write is the truth
Bars hit hard like Tyson
I'll chew ya motherfuckin' ear off
It's like I just started my career off
But watch how I'm 'bout to finish the year off
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