Chanel Pearls

[Intro: Conway the Machine]

Yeah, let me see that lighter

Uh

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]

Cuttin' through in that Rolls

Draco on the seat, I hope I'm makin' it home

Head on a swivel, I always stay on my toes

The ones you love most wanna know what your safe really hold

No morals in the streets now, niggas breakin' the code

Smoke a blunt of pressure, this fame is takin' it's toll

I'm thankful ain't no shows, I need a break from the road

Put niggas in position, they still ungrateful, it shows

It's fuckin' up my energy, shit is makin' me cold

My life a series of drama just like them HBO shows

When I die, I'm goin' out like the pharaoh, drape me in gold

I'm still gon' run this shit until I'm eighty years old

They realizin' lately, I'm the one that's been takin' control

Private table, Carbones when we leave Miami Beach

And I brought sand to beach, your kiss taste like a can of peaches

You got that shit on you, you killin' them, that's just Annalise

You about to get away with murder, you my Annalise

Got you the bust down Carti', that's thirty bands at least

Chanel pearls, Chanel bag hold that Lambo key

You always held me down, you knew me back when I ran the street

Back when if you wanted some weed then I was the man to see

Back when I was trappin' with a scale and some paraphernalia

Now when I'm buyin' drip, I get measured and tailored

My accomplishments some of my day ones never was there for

I just realized they feel like my success is their failure

Yeah, you wanna be a boss, you be resilient when pressure gon' build up

Some niggas gon' have issues with you and never gon' tell you

Shit

[Verse 2: Jill Scott]

We, we, uh

We fill the Buffalo night skies with our minds and sativa

I was your lady, your confidant, your sugar thighs, your sole believer

I know you, so I never trip

Fuck the lil' girls that you hit, waitin' for the change they might get

They wanted that high life from all the monster stones that you chip

All the lil' baggies you bag, and all the corners you sit

Intense, some would call it symbiotic

Different, and every part is simple intent

Why I fuck with you most was the you that I get

It was the rhymes that you spit, your confidence and the dick

While we stayed close, we wasn't monolithic

My lane taught you some game, you got me nice with a blick

In that apartment on May Street

You played Wu and Ella Fitzgerald, I read Nietzsche, you let me sleep

Woke me up with a big ass smile to eat some pussy

More than close, more than kinky, more than blood, I know you feel me

[Outro: Jill Scott]

Even in the Taliban

A pen in our hands, lyrical artisans

You'll never know the whole plan

You'll never know

Even in the Taliban

A pen in our hands, lyrical artisans

You'll never know the whole plan

You'll never know, no