[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Yeah
Uh-huh
That's five hundred thousand, listen here to it (Uh, uh)
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Dark nights on those corners, warm liquor on cold mornings (Ah)
Sold product with poles on us (Ha), bro gone, my soul mournin' (Miss that nigga)
I can feel it, D'Ussé splashin' on my boots when I spill it
My dog was the realest (Yeah)
Narcotic sweeps (Ha), they woke my boy out his sleep
Handcuffed on the porch in his drawers for all to see (Free my nigga)
It's the shit that I saw that sharpened me (Made me sharp)
Since back when it was canned goods was all to eat (Ha)
The funny vibes I felt from my brothers, it's hard to sleep
Niggas don't call to link when they come to town, it hurt me deep (I peeped that, though)
If they don't see nothin' else, they saw me eat (They see me)
A self-made millionaire, Machine, bitch, from May Street, yeah (Ha)
[Chorus: Conway the Machine & Nas]
This shit get wicked on these cold streets, my niggas don't sleep
Regardless the circumstances, we gon' eat
Lord forgive me for my foul ways
(I never sleep 'cause sleep is the cousin of death)
Look, look, shit get wicked on these cold streets, my niggas don't sleep
Regardless the circumstances, we gon' eat
Lord forgive me for my foul ways (I never sleep, nigga)
(I never sleep 'cause sleep is the cousin of death)
[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
I'm in my bag, I'm in the kitchen, watch me cook all summer (Whip)
You said it was your year, I came and took y'all summer (Ha)
The feds came and took dog from us
Could have played NFL football, now we just doin' football numbers (That's fucked up)
I might play dumb, but I'm not a fool, though
I let you think I'm off point, but I'm in tune, though (Ha), yeah
Shit is cool, though, it's all love
But the business relationship is ruined, though (Talk to 'em)
Niggas just count my money and pocket watch me
I seen niggas only wanna join me 'cause they can't stop me
My right hand got mad I ain't share his post and he blocked me (What?)
The internet got to him, I thought we was locked in (Stabbed)
That's why I stay in my own bubble
I'm just stayin' out the way, even changin' my phone number (Facts)
Niggas thinkin' that they pulled a fast one, I seen it comin' (I peeped you, nigga)
Eyes wide shut, I don't slumber, nigga, I never (Ha, yeah, uh, sleep, nigga)
[Chorus: Conway the Machine & Nas]
This shit get wicked on these cold streets, my niggas don't sleep
Regardless the circumstances, we gon' eat
Lord forgive me for my foul ways
(I never sleep 'cause sleep is the cousin of death)
Look, look, shit get wicked on these cold streets, my niggas don't sleep
Regardless the circumstances, we gon' eat
Lord forgive me for my foul ways
(I never sleep 'cause sleep is the cousin of death)
[Outro: Conway the Machine]
Yeah
You a gangster now, you on the other side
Whole new ball game
You can't learn about it in school
And you can't have a late start
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