[Verse 1: Conway]
Look, the flow so raw you could snort this
Of course it's Conway, it's Porsches in the driveway of my fortress
Know you can't afford this, so all my enemies turn into corpses
Hollow tips burning like torches
Broke his jaw with the impact of a horse kick
Had the youngin' chop his body up, he got nauseous
Flow gon' get me on the Forbes List
Until then I'm whippin' raw shit, whippin' 'til I get a sore wrist
Got my bitch in Dior shit and more shit
I sent on her trips, let her explore shit
She bring me raw bricks, this is God's gift
I will smack dog shit outta your favorite artist
I'm not the sharpest knife in the drawer or the smartest
But, I promise, bar for bar, I'm one of the hardest
This for them niggas eatin' Jack, Mac and tuna fish
Niggas that really do this shit, they say was my influences
Niggas that's really shootin' shit, niggas that really move a brick
The way my buzz Disturbin' the Peace, that shit is Ludacris
I got shot and they thought I couldn't do this shit
They hated on me but I'm from Buffalo, so I'm used to it
Don't confuse me with one of these rap niggas, I clap niggas
I get a little time, I'ma do the shit
I spit the truest shit, nigga
Fuck you thought, nigga?
Look, the flow so raw you could snort this
Of course it's Conway, it's Porsches in the driveway of my fortress
Know you can't afford this, so all my enemies turn into corpses
Hollow tips burning like torches
Broke his jaw with the impact of a horse kick
Had the youngin' chop his body up, he got nauseous
Flow gon' get me on the Forbes List
Until then I'm whippin' raw shit, whippin' 'til I get a sore wrist
Got my bitch in Dior shit and more shit
I sent on her trips, let her explore shit
She bring me raw bricks, this is God's gift
I will smack dog shit outta your favorite artist
I'm not the sharpest knife in the drawer or the smartest
But, I promise, bar for bar, I'm one of the hardest
This for them niggas eatin' Jack, Mac and tuna fish
Niggas that really do this shit, they say was my influences
Niggas that's really shootin' shit, niggas that really move a brick
The way my buzz Disturbin' the Peace, that shit is Ludacris
I got shot and they thought I couldn't do this shit
They hated on me but I'm from Buffalo, so I'm used to it
Don't confuse me with one of these rap niggas, I clap niggas
I get a little time, I'ma do the shit
I spit the truest shit, nigga
Fuck you thought, nigga?
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