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the red moon in osaka - conway the machine lyrics

[intro: conway the machine]
yeah
can i get some music?
yeah
yeah, don’t worry
take your time, take your time
f*ck all this sh*t up
know the bag is limitless, n*gga
get what i’m sayin’?
woo, woo (sh*t goin’ crazy, n*gga)
(i swear to god)
huh, look

[verse 1: conway the machine]
know you never committed one crime fraud (huh) (p*ssy)
my n*ggas getting active if it’s one line crossed (i swear to god)
the punchline god, i never took one line off
they love my sh*t, they sayin’, “tell ’em ’bout the gun line bars” (hahaha) (ayo, tell ’em ’bout those gun lines, n*gga)
k!llers behind me, i put that on my mama connie
my two sons gon’ continue my legacy, bryce and bronny (talk)
n*ggas be dodgin’ them show out in cali, it’s way too grimy, sh*t (n*ggas p*ssy)
i got my biggest bag in la, shohei ohtani, n*gga
uh, i pulled up in something that cost me 1.4 (boom)
rockin’ the kinda jewels they’ll hold you at gunpoint for (haha)
why you think my b*tch look like she off the runway for? (woo)
b*tch, i’m a boss, that’s what my n*gga with the gunplay for (boo*boo*boom)
stay in my bag, sh*t, i don’t even take a sunday off (uh*uh) (no rest)
why them n*ggas quick to point the finger once they fall? (the sh*t is mad) (look at these these n*ggas)
i do my shows with my fire talk, we live as f*ck
i’m fly as f*ck, i put forgiatos on the cyber truck
machine (ooh
yeah, n*gga)
[interlude: conway the machine]
can i get some music?
yeah
yeah, don’t worry
take your time, take your time
f*ck all this sh*t up
n*ggas ain’t f*ckin’ with me (you ain’t f*ckin’ with me)
n*ggas ain’t f*ckin’ with me (ah)
n*ggas ain’t f*ckin’ with me (brrrrrr)
look

[verse 2: conway the machine]
28 grams times 36 (a*ha)
fentanyl in it, that’s a dirty brick (cap)
times that by a 30 when we work the strip (30 bricks)
cookin’ so long i went to write this verse, it hurt my wrist (ooh)
n*ggas can’t match the flow, it take a certain gift
workin’ my wrist, scr*pin’ that bowl like we was churnin’ grits
why you ain’t start bangin’ ’til you like 36?
everybody in my camp fire, boy, we burnin’ sticks (boo*boo*boo*boom!)
she said she ain’t impressed by my money, sh*t, we could tell (what?)
you just another bum b*tch with a bbl (ah)
n*ggas can’t match my drive, not even with they cdl (room)
cut the tape off that brick, it had the pee pee smell (ha)
i know them p*ssy n*ggas wanna see me fail (talk to ’em!)
well i got news for you, the odds stacked against me i navigate and manoeuvre through
amalfi coast, lambo yacht, some b*tches and a goon or two (huh)
i signed that shady deal, i still had powder in my cuticles (woo)
now sh*t looking beautiful, n*gga, hehe (ha!)
machine
[outro: raekwon]
what’s up, big guy?
stay true blue, word?
it’s your brother chef right here, man
came a long way together, n*gga
breakin’ atoms and scr*pin’ fams and all that, you hear me?
word up
mighty buff, know your cloth is embraced with nothin’ but tons of medals, n*gga
i said this
and all those extraordinary lines
you always keep the bar big for those little n*ggas
we the freshest, n*gga, you the freshest
to the whole griselda academy, we spoke on this years ago
i see all y’all n*ggas greatness
we just gettin’ started
you already know
and tuxedo k!llers in sweatsuits, n*gga
ride around majestically
all summer and all winters, n*gga
nothin’ changes
tell those lil’ frail n*ggas stay away from my lands and sharecrops
you know?
let’s get back to what we love
what we been doin’
we rhyme and chase money up in chase, n*gga
this is movie sh*t to us golden globe gangsters, n*gga, from all parts of the planet
they see it
the zeniths to the cinemas, n*gga
our street mantras remain intact
so stay transparent, man
from the blue clear gazelle days, n*gga, to buying whatever the f*ck we want now
stay sharked up, stay bein’ sharks, n*gga, you’re navy seals, man
those n*ggas, those little n*ggas, they grasshoppers to us, man
so keep controllin’ the will, lord
and from me to you
and that’s my time
just wanted to get that off my chest
we don’t say “keep it a hunnid”, we say “keep it five hunnid”, n*gga
so remember those staten, new york boys love you
kiss the babies for us, my n*gga
stay on your come*up sh*t
salute our troops
one hunnid

- conway the machine lyrics

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