[Intro: Conway the Machine]
He's one of us now
Yeah, nigga
I'm a legend
Griselda
Look
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
I'm just tryna keep my head above the water (Hah), my feet on solid ground
Post traumatic stress disorder got me smokin' out a pound
Heard a nigga say he gon' do something to me, how that sound?
Anybody get out of bounds, Shots gon' come and knock him down (Boom boom boom)
Probably won't get my flowers while I can smell 'em
It's gon' take my untimely demise 'fore they realize I was a legend
I can see the shit now, everybody postin' they pictures
With a caption to make people think you really was my nigga
Told my mama don't let them fuck niggas in my funeral
Bury me in my jewels so niggas know my life was beautiful (Hah)
Illest to write it, all challengers are invited (Uh-huh)
They all was inspired by that feeling that I provided (Talk to 'em)
Book of Conway, I'm far from my final chapter (Uh-huh)
Retired trapper, my idols wasn't no rappers (Not at all)
Uh, race to the top and I'm drivin' faster (Vroom)
Yeah, run the bag up then retire after (Hahahaha)
From kilograms to an astute businessman
Gave my nigga life, I know it hit him on that prison van (Pff)
You don't know the feeling of never seein' your kid again
And it's a Russell Wilson type nigga raisin' your lil' man
Real shit, I know the feeling, ain't seen my son in a minute (Nah)
BM don't answer for me, so fuck her, I'm in my feelings (Fuck her)
I talk it 'cause I live it, don't give a fuck 'bout no image
And I'm just gettin' started, my story is far from finished
My lil' brother just came home from doin' time (Shots)
Put a bankroll in his pocket 'cause I love to see him fly (Uh-huh)
VS on his neck even if I gotta give him mine
And my bro don't owe me shit 'cause I just wanna see him shine
Real shit
He's one of us now
Yeah, nigga
I'm a legend
Griselda
Look
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
I'm just tryna keep my head above the water (Hah), my feet on solid ground
Post traumatic stress disorder got me smokin' out a pound
Heard a nigga say he gon' do something to me, how that sound?
Anybody get out of bounds, Shots gon' come and knock him down (Boom boom boom)
Probably won't get my flowers while I can smell 'em
It's gon' take my untimely demise 'fore they realize I was a legend
I can see the shit now, everybody postin' they pictures
With a caption to make people think you really was my nigga
Told my mama don't let them fuck niggas in my funeral
Bury me in my jewels so niggas know my life was beautiful (Hah)
Illest to write it, all challengers are invited (Uh-huh)
They all was inspired by that feeling that I provided (Talk to 'em)
Book of Conway, I'm far from my final chapter (Uh-huh)
Retired trapper, my idols wasn't no rappers (Not at all)
Uh, race to the top and I'm drivin' faster (Vroom)
Yeah, run the bag up then retire after (Hahahaha)
From kilograms to an astute businessman
Gave my nigga life, I know it hit him on that prison van (Pff)
You don't know the feeling of never seein' your kid again
And it's a Russell Wilson type nigga raisin' your lil' man
Real shit, I know the feeling, ain't seen my son in a minute (Nah)
BM don't answer for me, so fuck her, I'm in my feelings (Fuck her)
I talk it 'cause I live it, don't give a fuck 'bout no image
And I'm just gettin' started, my story is far from finished
My lil' brother just came home from doin' time (Shots)
Put a bankroll in his pocket 'cause I love to see him fly (Uh-huh)
VS on his neck even if I gotta give him mine
And my bro don't owe me shit 'cause I just wanna see him shine
Real shit
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