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you gotta love me - dj megan ryte lyrics

[verse 1: conway the machine]
i remember where it all started
had the ar with the long cartridge
i still eat the lamb over rice
i became the man overnight (no cap)
police pulled my lam over twice
they see it’s me they tell me, “you the man, sir. goodnight” (goodnight, sir)
put on for my city where the love at
show these n*ggas love won’t get no love back
put n*ggas in position helped them get they buzz back (i did)
i was just in cali sent a dub pack (i sent a dub n*gga)
got in this rap sh*t i brought the love back
i mean you n*ggas oughtta love that (you gotta love it)

[refrain]
doo*doo*doo*doo*doo*doo*doo*doo*doo*doo*doo grrr
doo*doo*doo*doo
you gotta love it

[verse 2: conway the machine]
look, forty pointers, those the big stones (you see it b*tch!)
we been gettin money my name been known (hah!)
home with the goons we break in homes
we the type to cut off fingers and break shin bones (hahaha)
dior jordan 1 like i’m kim jones (cap)
still hit a n*gga body with mac 10 chrome (brrr!)
even though i got this burberry trench on (ah ha)
i come from the trenches, most my friends gone (facts)
somebody getting shot tonight i feel it in the air (i feel it)
its like my city covered with that feeling of despair (tss)
n0body feel like they gon make it, they don’t really care
i was just on daringer couch now i’m a millionaire
i hope you use my life to be inspired by
i almost gave up too, i put my pride aside
n*ggas shot my i bounced back, i ain’t die
put my city on the map and i brought that feeling back
you gotta love it
[verse 3: westside gunn]
i*i*immaculate rhyme (megan ryte)
i was in my cell i cl!cked my heels 3 times
watching the world from up top, snakeskin binoculars

[outro: conway the machine]
i mean look what i became n*gga
god don’t make mistakes
one thing about it not everybody gon keep it as real as you gon keep it, n*gga
you out yo m*th*rf*ckin mind if you expect that
i was just telling my peoples… when i die it’s prolly gonna be by one of my so called homeboys
even if they ain’t the trigger man they prolly put the bag up
she was like, “don’t say sh*t like that, don’t say that”
i’m just being real, my n*gga

- dj megan ryte lyrics

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