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highly praised - big ghost ltd. & conway the machine lyrics

[intro: conway the machine]
yeah, these n*ggas in trouble, man
look

[verse: conway the machine]
bust my gun then i sold base
right on bird god off of dope place
f*ck around, get shot in your face
they won’t find your body, that’s a cold case (brrr)
drinkin’ spade, i bought a cold case
money comin’ fast, not a slow pace (we gettin’ money, n*gga)
before i cash out the bricks, n*gga, i’ma sniff and see how the coke taste
my main b*tch get the bentayga, my side b*tch with the mase’ truck
a n*gga gettin’ shot literally if he’s on his record takin’ shots at us
(boom boom boom boom boom)
you can play them little games with them other rap n*ggas, but not with us (don’t play with us, n*gga)
thirty clips in the glocks with us
that’s the smallest bl!ckey that we got with us (ahhh)
shootin’ big sh*t with extendo clips, gun long as legs on [?] (brrrrrr)
young shooter with a old soul
put it to your head then he blow hole (boom boom boom boom boom)
only time bro*bro don’t got us posed when he in parole, woah
cookin’ bricks at vanessa house
let her keep the extras out, the whole boat (yeah, take this sh*t)
dior kicks was eleven, huh
i’ve seen more bricks than you’ve ever slung
over bullsh*t, bet my weapon rung
if the war kick we don’t ever run
feel like i’ve been on enough for everyone
me fallin’ off, that day will never come (ahh)
all my tapes classic, n*gga, every one (every one of them sh*ts)
but still feel like my work is never done (i’m still workin’)
certified made block k!llers, we got bodies on every gun (you know the vibe, n*gga)
n*gga shot five n*ggas last week (boom boom boom boom boom)
asked the homie why and he said it’s fun (brrrrrr)
i hustle hard for my bread to come
and i’m greedy, n*gga, i want every crumb (i want it all)
don’t make me have to k!ll a rap n*gga
have his funeral done by reverend run
b*tch, this the drum
[outro: conway the machine]
yeah, you know what’s up, p*ssies
machine, b*tch
your b*tch wanna f*ck me, n*gga
i’m richer than you n*ggas
i’m fresher than you n*ggas
i mean, what else?

[sample]
every child looks like their father when they’re born. doesn’t matter boy or girl. doesn’t matter who they look like three days later. when they come out of the womb they are a perfect reflection of the man who made them. you wanna know why? it’s nature’s way of proving that you’re the father. so that you don’t think the baby belongs to someone else, and k!ll it. there’s no such thing as a good man. all men are bad. but some of us try real hard to be good

- big ghost ltd conway the machine lyrics

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