AC Massacre Immobiliare (Ft. Conway the Machine)

[Intro: Sample & Left Lane Didon]
I say to all of you, I have been treated this day with no respect
I've earned you all money. I've made you rich, and I asked for little
Good
You will not give? I'll take!
Left Lane, uh
Peep

[Verse 1: Left Lane Didon & Jay NiCE]
I'm a player of the highest order
Nigga, my grind enormous, tend to the money trees like the brightest florist
Neighborhood know who supply the order
I'm in Laredo with my ese, negotiatin' beside the border
Night ended when the day began
My baby dump'll lay you flat on the shelf if he display the can
By God's grace, I escaped the hand
To let my verse give birth to the nations like Father Abraham
They say it's prickle, but I say it's flam
My custies fickle, they ain't payin' n'an if they don't get the flamest grams
Every day the money changin' hands
My little cousin got a dub in VA and never changed the plan
And he a dime in, the odds is real
He love pain cause that love shit is hard to feel
I feel his pain 'cause I sat in the darkest cell
And wrote pain in Delaware tiers, pods and jails, I'm ill
I swear [?]' death scarred me, dog, shit
Now my little brother got the cartridge on, we here
Like "See homie with his posture on?
He hated me in 8th grade, I had the goggles on"
Damn
Like [?] Puff and Ma$e, count coming soon
So we puff the ace, when they cut the halogens we gon' fluff the safe (Immobiliare)
Ain't nice, ain't nothing safe