[Intro: Conway the Machine]
You got me fucked up
Yeah
Uh, look
[Verse: Conway The Machine]
I could count dope money wearing a blindfold
Whip a quarter brick up with my eyes closed
My grandmother used to use the back porch to dry clothes
Road trips to visit my connect, my guy drove
My life is in living color fly hoes
Dancing at the end of all of my shows
White girl's sniffing white like she got a wide nose
The shooter's unalive foes, the money that I hide grows
The fried red snapper the salmon bake and the steak
All from chopping tan base up on ceramic plates
Wait, five hundred grams of shake and it's flake
Land O Lakes, the thirty room mansion and the lake
The Porsche Panamera grape
I treat a bad bitch like Ike Turner with Anna Mae
Who wanna spar a few rounds? Boy, my stamina great
Once you get trapped behind these bars you can't escape
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