[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Yeah look, every time a box land that's a payday, 20 racks i can get you blend with the AK
I'm out in Hollywood fuckin' tramps like i'm Ray J cut a upstate i'm buyin' stamps on the (?)
I'm in the hood feedin' the homeless with the draco on me all the good I do in my city niggas still hatin' on me
Guess they seein' all this jewelry and this (?) on me all you gotta do is put the work in you can make it homie
It's not an issue i ain't trippin' yo it's nothin' you niggas slip you get a missile in your stomach
I had to switch i was the nigga showin' love and now the fans come up askin' for a picture and i'm clutchin'
I know my brother gon' ride when it's time to spin we don't hit none of you niggas we gon' slide again
I got shot in my head i almost died again they want me dead in a suit and tie they gotta try again
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