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voices - conway the machine lyrics

[intro * michael caine, the dark knight]
“…some men aren’t looking for anything logical, like money
they can’t be bought, bullied, reasoned, or negotiated with
some men just want to watch the world burn.”

[verse 1 * conway the machine]
guns so big on my waist, need a bigger pant size
i won’t hesitate to pull out this fifth and blam five (do do do do do)
i sold crowns even whipped the d*mn pies
whack a rapper and wear his chains on instagram live (ha ha ha)
i ain’t ask no n*gga to help me, i got it out the mud
what the f*ck you n*ggas tell me? (get the f*ck outta here)
i’m about to get all my n*ggas wealthy, last year was my last year broke, that’s word to twelvvy (what up, my n*gga?)
shooters in all black, they movin’ stealthy
30 shot sticks up in your face, that were the sh*lls be (brrrr, brrrr)
grimiest of all time, it ain’t no pressure, dropped the hardest sh*t in the streets, it ain’t take no effort (ahhh)
hall and nash sh*t, but understand i ain’t no wrestler
p*ssy n*ggas violate us and i imma spray my heckler (bo*bo*boooom)
rep the griselda sh*t to the fullest, n*ggas tryna belittle but couldn’t without gettin’ riddled with bullets (brrrrrr)
motherf*cker
brrrr

[chorus * conway the machine]
i hear them voices in my head
i got voices in my head, hear these voices in my head
i keep hearing these voices in my head, voices in my head
hear these voices in my head

[verse 2 * conway the machine]
they say, “young n*gga, go get your bag”
til his bentley truck is parked out in front of the lab
i work hard for my spot, cause i wanted it bad
i heard what you signed for and i wanted to laugh (ha ha ha)
rep this griselda sh*t to the fullest, n*ggas tryna belittle but couldn’t without gettin’ riddled with bullets
these n*ggas sneak dissin’ * you shouldn’t
k!llas in hooded in all black, fingers on the trigger to pull it
[?], i linked up with em, i did what n*ggas said that i couldn’t (whew)
n*ggas say they nice but when it’s time to prove it ain’t shown
rakim in ’88, big stupid chains on
not about how many you shot, it’s all about who you shot
it only took one body to get my shooter name known (talk to em!)
i put that on the block that i was movin’ ‘caine on
most of these rap n*ggas is gucci mane clones (ahhh)
they not original so i don’t support that
it’s funny, i’m from buffalo but they say i’m bringin’ new york back (ha ha ha)
who would have though that, i would be in the rollin’ stone?
i’m from the hood, i stole cars and i broke in homes (facts)
p*ssy, you better off going home, my shooters hold the chrome, get some broken bones and a hole in dome (do do do)
i go to the studio and i go in zone, cause this music therapeutic cause i keep hearing voices in my head

[outro * conway the machine]
i got voices in my head, hear these voices in my head
i keep hearing these voices in my head, voices in my head
hear these voices in my head

- conway the machine lyrics

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