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"Pavement" is a track by Conway the Machine, from the album Blakk Tape, released 27th March 2018. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Intro] Yeah It's all real, nigga This shit for my niggas, man This shit for all my niggas Yeah It's all real Look, look [Verse 1] I do this shit for Machine Gun Black Traded my talent to rap to get Machine Gun back (Uhuh) Ask around, they'd tell you, Machine run rap (Ask the niggas) When I'm still in the hood letting my machine gun clap (Brr) Rest in peace Quan, we was just smoking in my kitchen (Psh) Not even ten days later a nigga smoked him and I miss him (Rest in peace, my nigga) There's some shooters I know that's in position You see 'em, make sure you lock 'em in the scope so you don't miss 'em (Don't miss them niggas, yeah) It's curtains if my niggas catch him Like Harold and Mielenz, they left them at the intersection (Brrr) The streets giving lessons (Uh) It's like I've been to more funerals than I've been to weddings (Psh) And the shit is depressing (Damn) Can't leave the house unless I pick up my chrome I'm tired of hearing bad news when I pick up my phone One of my man's little sisters got, hit in the dome Pour some liquor turn this shit up and zone (Turn this up) I promise you not alone (Uhuh) [Chorus] I lost some real ones to these streets (Rest in peace, nigga) I know that one day we'll meet again (Cap) If you ever lost some real one in these streets (Uhuh) Light up your brain, drink away the pain (Drink up) Pour out some liquor to the pavement (Ayo, crack that bottle, homie, come on, pour some out) Pour out some liquor to the pavement, uh (Yeah, you know how this shit go, nigga) [Verse 2] This for them niggas that sold drugs for the sport Federal sentence, a finger to the judge in the court (Haah!) When he heard all of them numbers, he ain't even bust (Psh, he ain't cared) His own homies snitched on him, damn, where's the love? (That's fucked up) D Black got clapped, I cried for a week straight (I miss you nigga) When Big Dog got bodied, I couldn't sleep straight (That was my nigga) The last time I seen Rock n Roll Pete face We was probably laughing at Jim's havin' a cheesesteak (That shit's fucked up) Pour out some liquor for my niggas I lost Used to think about Doughboy when I was whipping the salt Break the sour diesel down and then I twist the cigar Niggas almost killed me, only twisted my jaw (Hahahaha!) When Prodigy died, that shit hurt (Huh) My nigga Lord Flee called, my phone going berzerk (Psh) And that shit hurt me more 'cause I felt his pain (That shit hurt, nigga) So we gon' hold this grimy shit down in Prodigy name, motherfucker (We got this shit) [Chorus] I lost some real ones to these streets (Rest in peace, nigga) I know that one day we'll meet again (Cap) If you ever lost some real one in these streets (Uhuh) Light up your brain, drink away the pain (Drink up) Pour out some liquor to the pavement (Ayo, crack that bottle, homie, come on, pour some out) Pour out some liquor to the pavement, uh (Yeah, you know how this shit go, nigga)
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