[Intro: Conway]
Yeah
Yeah, hmm
This shit is effortless, nigga
Let me see what I got
[Verse 1: Conway]
Look, the shooter snort a gram of flake, shit was Land o'Lake
Bandana on face, blammin' at ya nanna' place (Boom, boom, boom!)
Hold the K with the banana straight (Brr)
And if your life don't end, at least a limb they'll have to amputate (Hahahaha)
Uh, kick down ya door, and demand ya cake
Bell's Palsy, but bitches still love my handsome face (What up, baby?)
Conway, this shit is like Deontay Wilder versus a Bantamweight (uh)
I'll beat you 'til one of my hands'll break (Haah)
Bricks from the cartel, stamped with the naked lady (Cap)
Drum on the F&H'll wake ya baby (Brrrr)
You hear the classic shit I'm makin' lately
Ain't it crazy, the kid with the twisted face the new face of Shady (That's me, nigga!)
White Bentley trucks, guts was blue suede (Uhuh)
Shit was all bulletproof like Luke Cage (Hahahaha)
Yeah, bitches tell me I'm the new wave (I'm that nigga!)
On West McNichols, I'm eatin' New Wave (What up though?)
My Joy Road niggas ride with two K’s (What up though?)
Get rid of a few bodies, dug a few graves (Uhuh)
I hit the club and pop a few Spades
I'm gettin' pussy like Uncle Luke in his 2 Live Crew days (Haaah)
She can't suck this dick again if she ain't swallow (Uhuh)
Uh, kilo chain, Cartier goggles (You see 'em)
Uh, how you talkin' money when ya chain's hollow?
I blow ya heart out of your body, then your brain follow (Woooo)
West my brother, gotta get through me to get to him (Uhuh)
Gotta get through me before you get to Em (Machine!)
Ain't drop an album yet, already 'bout to hit a M (I'm on it, man)
It's gettin' spooky for these rappers, shit is gettin' grim (It's ugly)
I'm from a hood where bodyin' shit is a must
Now I'm up, bad bitches like Rihanna what I lust (talk to 'em)
Uh, you better off payin' homage, you know what's up
I'm takin' the league by a storm like Giannis for the Bucks, ah
Yeah
Yeah, hmm
This shit is effortless, nigga
Let me see what I got
[Verse 1: Conway]
Look, the shooter snort a gram of flake, shit was Land o'Lake
Bandana on face, blammin' at ya nanna' place (Boom, boom, boom!)
Hold the K with the banana straight (Brr)
And if your life don't end, at least a limb they'll have to amputate (Hahahaha)
Uh, kick down ya door, and demand ya cake
Bell's Palsy, but bitches still love my handsome face (What up, baby?)
Conway, this shit is like Deontay Wilder versus a Bantamweight (uh)
I'll beat you 'til one of my hands'll break (Haah)
Bricks from the cartel, stamped with the naked lady (Cap)
Drum on the F&H'll wake ya baby (Brrrr)
You hear the classic shit I'm makin' lately
Ain't it crazy, the kid with the twisted face the new face of Shady (That's me, nigga!)
White Bentley trucks, guts was blue suede (Uhuh)
Shit was all bulletproof like Luke Cage (Hahahaha)
Yeah, bitches tell me I'm the new wave (I'm that nigga!)
On West McNichols, I'm eatin' New Wave (What up though?)
My Joy Road niggas ride with two K’s (What up though?)
Get rid of a few bodies, dug a few graves (Uhuh)
I hit the club and pop a few Spades
I'm gettin' pussy like Uncle Luke in his 2 Live Crew days (Haaah)
She can't suck this dick again if she ain't swallow (Uhuh)
Uh, kilo chain, Cartier goggles (You see 'em)
Uh, how you talkin' money when ya chain's hollow?
I blow ya heart out of your body, then your brain follow (Woooo)
West my brother, gotta get through me to get to him (Uhuh)
Gotta get through me before you get to Em (Machine!)
Ain't drop an album yet, already 'bout to hit a M (I'm on it, man)
It's gettin' spooky for these rappers, shit is gettin' grim (It's ugly)
I'm from a hood where bodyin' shit is a must
Now I'm up, bad bitches like Rihanna what I lust (talk to 'em)
Uh, you better off payin' homage, you know what's up
I'm takin' the league by a storm like Giannis for the Bucks, ah
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