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• Artiste: Conway the Machine
• Titre: Nu Devils
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Mmm, ah (Hmm) Uh I don't know what it is Blessings keep comin' in, shit, I don't know what it is (I don't know) But I ain't sendin' no rescue boat, nigga, you burnt the bridge (Look) I don't want you to die yet, fuck nigga, need you to live (I need you here) I need you to be around long enough to watch me do it big, nigga (Haha) Yeah, ayy, I don't know what it is (Yeah) These niggas so pussy, they don't ever stand on what they did (Stand on it) Grandma said God do (araabMUZIK), but my heart never forgives (Never) Uh, I don't know what it is Had the wolves on that bullshit in New York like I'm Coach Thibs (Ah) Jumpin' out your bushes soon as they get the drop where you live Bro opened up, fire burnin' a nigga right in front of his kids No cap, I paid for likе three hats like I'm at Lids (Woo), ayy You wanna be Jordan? Might gotta punch a teammatе in the face (Ah), that shit important (Huh?) I wanna win more than niggas, you see how I'm recordin' Hoppin' out the AMG, Louis V Timbs more than your mortgage (Nigga, ayy, talk to 'em) Flawless (Huh?), my neck and wrist is a faucet (Cap) Told lil' bro on tour with me, had three warrants (Three?) More niggas hatin' on me while I get bags in that's enormous (Ha) I just skate past (Huh?), Cartier crash (Woo) My lil' bitch straight bad (Bad), I'll slap on that fake ass (Fat) My goons'll straight spazz (Spazz), not who you wanna make mad (Uh-uh) Respect is everything, we G-checkin' everything (Everything) Y'all on that Magic Johnson shit, y'all let the fake pass (Uh-huh) Me, I'm quick to straight crashout, like fuck my break pass, uh (Talk to these niggas, king) But now my time consumed with getting this money I planted me a seed, now my eyes is gloomin' (Ah) Niggas still try to undermine my influence But what those other guys was doin' before I arrived to do this (Haha) Rest in peace Clark Kent, he told these niggas I was the truest (Rest in peace, my nigga) Look (Look) I don't know what it is (Huh?) These fuck niggas just wanna take from me, they don't never give Back-to-back Rolls-Royce trucks when I'm pulling up at Liv (You see me) 'Bout to go back, fuck me a rap nigga bitch like I'm Diggs, nigga (Ha) Yeah, I don't know what it is These niggas still broke, I see they stomach touchin' they ribs Free C's, free Kutter, free Shiest, walkin' down they bid Honey bun in the duffel bag for they make it back to the crib (Free my niggas) I don't know what it is Yeah, uh, G Herbo, Conway the Machine Man, let me show you how to— How this shit go, where you flowin' with a rap god How iron sharpen iron (Let's get it) I don't know what it is about niggas How they player hate and doubt niggas How they sneak diss and clout chase, see 'em, gotta slap the shit out niggas But fuck 'em, I'm gettin' my riches (You know that) I was sixteen with six figures I was trappin', been 'bout business Move weight, I been 'bout fitness And I'm still locked in with the killers At 21, bust down a M with my hitters I was thuggin' ever since I was little You don't pick a side, get stuck in the middle Got no love for suckers and snitches Can't come on this side, shit don't even fit us (Uh-uh) Four Glock 23s in the VIP, anyone tweak in here, we'll switch 'em (Grrt) Wave B-Y-E when he D-I-E 'cause the ARP ain't missin (Never) I ain't never once shot from a distance (Never) Put that smoke in the air like an incense When it's war, ain't nobody innocent Up the score real quick, shit instant Street niggas turn bitch, I seen it Four nick' make demons Christian But back to this cake, I missed it (I missed it) I'm a millionaire straight out the trenches (Swerve) Get paid 'til I die, no pension Scored a touchdown, fourth and inches Niggas dick ridin' from the benches (Fuck 'em) Why they always so defensive? (Fuck 'em) I ignore 'em, but I feel that tension Done shit for them that I won't mention Swerve, they know I'm the biggest (Biggest) I'm the one let you get your shine on even though I'm the littest I own my masters and my mixes, put a Rolls-Royce on sixes (For real) I pop out daily in fits 10K, and I don't wanna take no pictures My father had two Benzes back when niggas was ridin' spinners Two decades later, got ten whips, some I only drive in winter (Only in the winter) I pray God let my broski in, although he died a sinner Guess I'll repent for both our sins 'cause I was slidin' with him, yeah (MUZIK) No bap Come on They thought I was done, I'm right back in this shit (I ain't done yet) Like Cube and Epps, I'm 'bout my Benjamins Spent an M and ducked two sentences Hit the 'Raq, linked up with menaces New deal worth thirty mill', at thirty, I'm tryna touch a fifty clip (Relentless) Mama said don't tell my business, but I gotta keep you niggas hip (Gotta keep you niggas hip) Still tote some shit with a rubber grip, so mind your fuckin' lip On my strip, we militant, post up like Darko Miličić Here I am, since 2016, I'm still killin' shit (Uh) Two of my backends, a hundred grand, I'm 'bout to spend this shit Told my blood, "Take a quarter ticket, go and make it flip" (Flip that) I got bored, hit the dealership and copped another whip (Nyoom) Every load five hundred bowls, I started from a zip Ain't no player celebratin' wins until we get a 'ship (A championship) I got comfortable, started to slip, I had to get a grip I don't wanna eat my fuckin' chips until I get some dip Some of that Griselda shit, they be like, they talk that shit They feel like 1994 boom bap hip-hop I literally would beg for them not to change their sound 'Cause they've opened the door for boom bap rap again And I hope that they leave the door open They talk, yo, Conway, talks, talks Conway is vicious, I love them dudes, I do