The Red Moon In Osaka

[Intro: Conway the Machine] Yeah Can I get some music? Yeah Yeah, don't worry Take your time, take your time Fuck all this shit up Know the bag is limitless, nigga Get what I'm sayin'? Woo, woo (Shit goin' crazy, nigga) (I swear to God) Huh, look [Verse 1: Conway the Machine] Know you never committed one crime fraud (Huh) (Pussy) My niggas getting active if it's one line crossed (I swear to God) The punchline god, I never took one line off They love my shit, they sayin', "Tell 'em 'bout the gun line bars" (Hahaha) (Ayo, tell 'em 'bout those gun lines, nigga) Killers behind me, I put that on my mama Connie My two sons gon' continue my legacy, Bryce and Bronny (Talk) Niggas be dodgin' them show out in Cali, it's way too grimy, shit (Niggas pussy) I got my biggest bag in LA, Shohei Ohtani, nigga 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 bitch look like she off the runway for? (Woo) Bitch, I'm a boss, that's what my nigga with the gunplay for (Boo-boo-boom) Stay in my bag, shit, I don't even take a Sunday off (Uh-uh) (No rest) Why them niggas quick to point the finger once they fall? (The shit is mad) (Look at these these niggas) I do my shows with my fire talk, we live as fuck I'm fly as fuck, I put forgiatos on the cyber truck Machine (Ooh Yeah, nigga) [Interlude: Conway the Machine] Can I get some music? Yeah Yeah, don't worry Take your time, take your time Fuck all this shit up Niggas ain't fuckin' with me (You ain't fuckin' with me) Niggas ain't fuckin' with me (Ah) Niggas ain't fuckin' 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) Niggas can't match the flow, it take a certain gift Workin' my wrist, scrapin' 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, shit, we could tell (What?) You just another bum bitch with a BBL (Ah) Niggas 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 pussy niggas 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 bitches and a goon or two (Huh) I signed that Shady deal, I still had powder in my cuticles (Woo) Now shit looking beautiful, nigga, 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, nigga Breakin' atoms and scrapin' fams and all that, you hear me? Word up Mighty Buff, know your cloth is embraced with nothin' but tons of medals, nigga I said this And all those extraordinary lines You always keep the bar big for those little niggas We the freshest, nigga, you the freshest To the whole Griselda academy, we spoke on this years ago I see all y'all niggas greatness We just gettin' started You already know And tuxedo killers in sweatsuits, nigga Ride around majestically All summer and all winters, nigga Nothin' changes Tell those lil' frail niggas 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, nigga This is movie shit to us Golden Globe gangsters, nigga, from all parts of the planet They see it The zeniths to the cinemas, nigga Our street mantras remain intact So stay transparent, man From the blue clear gazelle days, nigga, to buying whatever the fuck we want now Stay sharked up, stay bein' sharks, nigga, you're Navy SEALs, man Those niggas, those little niggas, 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", nigga So remember those Staten, New York boys love you Kiss the babies for us, my nigga Stay on your come-up shit Salute our troops One hunnid