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[Intro]
Ya, man, rude ting dis
Griselda bwoy
[Verse 1: Mach-Hommy]
[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
The shit I do with the pen dangerous
In-famous, every bar's ten razors
Hit faces with the ten gauges
Two-eighty-five West in the Benz racing, that's temp-plated (Vroom)
I want the money now, bitch, I'm impatient
My lil' bro will buss your shit open for ten Franklins
He been craving for a body MAC-10 stainless
You a big baby ass nigga, Glen Davis (Woo)
Raise your glasses, let's make a toast
We restored that feeling in the city, we gave 'em hope
I got on niggas records and made 'em dope
It's funny how niggas you show the most love to is who hate the most
My Dominican bitch sniff a plate of snow
Scratch the serial off the blickers, them shits' untraceable
Uh, I keep the rifle with the laser and the scope
They saying me and West the new Rae and Ghost
Well, I'm humbled by the gesture
Them is big shoes to fill, but I'm not under any pressure
I gave my youngin my gun with the compressor
Gave him fifty for your body, he woulda done that shit for lesser, nigga (Woo)
And I ain't even in my prime
Shot in the helmet, I guess it wasn't my time (Not at all)
On my brother I'll kill a nigga for my slime
I'm Malcolm holding the yoppa peeking out the blinds
[Intro]
Ya, man, rude ting dis
Griselda bwoy
[Verse 1: Mach-Hommy]
[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
The shit I do with the pen dangerous
In-famous, every bar's ten razors
Hit faces with the ten gauges
Two-eighty-five West in the Benz racing, that's temp-plated (Vroom)
I want the money now, bitch, I'm impatient
My lil' bro will buss your shit open for ten Franklins
He been craving for a body MAC-10 stainless
You a big baby ass nigga, Glen Davis (Woo)
Raise your glasses, let's make a toast
We restored that feeling in the city, we gave 'em hope
I got on niggas records and made 'em dope
It's funny how niggas you show the most love to is who hate the most
My Dominican bitch sniff a plate of snow
Scratch the serial off the blickers, them shits' untraceable
Uh, I keep the rifle with the laser and the scope
They saying me and West the new Rae and Ghost
Well, I'm humbled by the gesture
Them is big shoes to fill, but I'm not under any pressure
I gave my youngin my gun with the compressor
Gave him fifty for your body, he woulda done that shit for lesser, nigga (Woo)
And I ain't even in my prime
Shot in the helmet, I guess it wasn't my time (Not at all)
On my brother I'll kill a nigga for my slime
I'm Malcolm holding the yoppa peeking out the blinds
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