Headlines DJ Premier (Ft. Griselda)

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[Intro: Conway]
"Okay"
Yeah
You know what's up, nigga
"My team, living this American dream"
Not a fucking game, nigga
Machine, bitch, Griselda, DJ Premier
Look
[Verse 1: Conway]
I don't beef on the internet, I approach you
I ain't shooting five with a nigga, I gotta smoke you
My dog said his box just landed, he got his load through
Drive by music, this shit he can pop his toast to
His chopper smoke and it adios you
My buzz bi-coastal, took the game over like I'm supposed to
I'm in position you cannot get close to
I got shot in my throat, still got four classics at my disposal
And the bitches admire my ways
I was wilding inside of a cage, now I set fire to stage
Every verse recited is wave
And I ain't writing a page, hardest nigga out 'til I lie in my grave
Cook the white up in the microwave
You at work tryna get holiday pay, I'm on an island for days
Getting money like Big Meech '06
This Griselda, DJ Preemo shit, motherfucker