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"Seeing Green" is a track by Conway the Machine, from the album Greetings Earthlings, released 19th February 2022. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Intro] Drumwork shit, nigga Shout out [?] SK, what up A band full of motherfuckin' assassins Spitters (Yeah) Oh, I forgot I'ma let my brother Goose talk to you niggas [Verse 1: GooseByTheWay] I'm iller than niggas contrary to what you say and believe Conway gave me the assist, now I'm taking a leap Break if you need, I don't need none Claiming you got killers, let me see some Won't ask for your opinion if I don't need one Don't mention my name You can't hurt me, boy, I'm hip to the game I ran this shit without catching a sprain Twenty city tour without having a name Now it's Goose, now it's By The Way Where the truth's been, don't take it to war Save your money, go make you some more I think I got some pop bottles you boys can take to the store I'm taking off at the right time, they left me I don't think they understand me in my right mind, now it's Drumwork Run your mouth, motherfucker, I hope your gun work Pressure bust pipes when this gun burst I promise you niggas, yeah [Interlude: Conway the Machine] Yeah It's so immaculate Machine, bitch You know what I mean Uh, niggas ain't fucking with me , look [Verse 2: Conway the Machine] Tryna reach the top, such a long ladder to climb And God balancing mines and yours staggering See, you gotta look deeper than ball patterns and lines My thoughts travel my mind so deep in the space I can just reach out my arms It's just not [?] out of the sky I look in the mirror, I'm looking God back in the eyes While y'all niggas hit the stu' and record raps full of lies It's all cap, I couldn't enjoy that if tried This is heroin coming through the speaker Before I drop the album, had to [?] to heat streets up These niggas album full of guest appearances, that don't mean it's a heater To me, that made it weaker See, I don't really need to ask these niggas for features I am the elite them niggas feature [?] To get a verse because they know I put the beats in a sleeper Stomp a rapper 'til his face tats on the bottom of my sneaker, yeah This the beginning of my next chapter Far as this Griselda shit, you know Machine the X factor I'll let you debate who's the best rapper But when I leave, tell me what's left after (Talk to these niggas, king) I killed that pussy and she slept after, and then I left after And I ain't lock the door or text after Give every hating bone in your body a stress fracture I don't respect half of you [Outro] You know when it comes to being an elite emcee There's three credentials that you need Lyricism, delivery, and facts, nigga
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