[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Woo, woo
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Don't minimize my grind
I've been on killin' time since the minute that I signed
You ain't findin' these kicks, these shits is limited design
My mom pickin' decor for the interior design (Get the house right)
Look, we about ownin' properties, how it got to be
Too many shot, deceased
Then they moms gotta sell dinners when they die, like (Tss), that's the atrocity (It's fucked up)
Take your trap money, buy back the hood, that's my philosophy (Uh-huh)
But niggas be speedin' through life, high velocity
I'm in a drop, two-seater, bitch with me lookin' like Jocelyn
I'm askin' God to please Kehlani me (Haha)
Let me take her on shoppin' spree
Niggas ain't flyer than me and can't fuck with me sonically (Talk to 'em)
These new rap niggas my sons, I'm feelin' fatherly (Uh-huh)
Respected more than your father, boy, you should honor me (Woo)
Well, fuck your father, I would take my razor to his face and leave the scars shaped like an apostrophe
Look, Machine back, the nigga they can't fuck with
I'm just gettin' in my groove, I'm really just gettin' adjusted (I'm gettin' in my bag)
Look, I mixed the soda with the yola and I fluffed it (Whip)
Cooked my first quarter brick and fucked it up 'cause I rushed it (Swear to God)
Ah, two ounces bagged up in twenties, I'm disgusted
When Neiman and Johnnie Walker raided the spot, I flushed it (Taliban)
Niggas talkin' all this rich shit and all this tough shit
That bitch you puttin' babies in, nigga, I wouldn't touch with
A ten foot pole, bought me a Benz to stroll (Ah)
Neck full of expensive gold (Ah)
Wrist got presidential Role' (Ah)
Bottega on my bitch's toe (Woo)
Uh, Bentayga when she hit the road
Got paper and that bitch is cold
I'm basically a different zone
Woo, woo
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Don't minimize my grind
I've been on killin' time since the minute that I signed
You ain't findin' these kicks, these shits is limited design
My mom pickin' decor for the interior design (Get the house right)
Look, we about ownin' properties, how it got to be
Too many shot, deceased
Then they moms gotta sell dinners when they die, like (Tss), that's the atrocity (It's fucked up)
Take your trap money, buy back the hood, that's my philosophy (Uh-huh)
But niggas be speedin' through life, high velocity
I'm in a drop, two-seater, bitch with me lookin' like Jocelyn
I'm askin' God to please Kehlani me (Haha)
Let me take her on shoppin' spree
Niggas ain't flyer than me and can't fuck with me sonically (Talk to 'em)
These new rap niggas my sons, I'm feelin' fatherly (Uh-huh)
Respected more than your father, boy, you should honor me (Woo)
Well, fuck your father, I would take my razor to his face and leave the scars shaped like an apostrophe
Look, Machine back, the nigga they can't fuck with
I'm just gettin' in my groove, I'm really just gettin' adjusted (I'm gettin' in my bag)
Look, I mixed the soda with the yola and I fluffed it (Whip)
Cooked my first quarter brick and fucked it up 'cause I rushed it (Swear to God)
Ah, two ounces bagged up in twenties, I'm disgusted
When Neiman and Johnnie Walker raided the spot, I flushed it (Taliban)
Niggas talkin' all this rich shit and all this tough shit
That bitch you puttin' babies in, nigga, I wouldn't touch with
A ten foot pole, bought me a Benz to stroll (Ah)
Neck full of expensive gold (Ah)
Wrist got presidential Role' (Ah)
Bottega on my bitch's toe (Woo)
Uh, Bentayga when she hit the road
Got paper and that bitch is cold
I'm basically a different zone
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