Tear Gas - Conway The Machine&Rick Ross&Lil Wayne

Conway the Machine

Rick Ross

Lil Wayne

专辑:《God Don't Make Mistakes (Explicit)》

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Tear Gas - Conway The Machine&Rick Ross&Lil Wayne 歌词

Tear Gas (Explicit) - Conway the Machine/Rick Ross/Lil Wayne

Lyrics by:Vidal Garcia/Desmond Price/Robert William Leonard/Dwayne Carter/Cozmo Hickox/Nick Ashford/Valerie Simpson

Composed by:Vidal Garcia/Desmond Price/Robert William Leonard/Dwayne Carter/Cozmo Hickox/Nick Ashford/Valerie Simpson

He's one of us now

Yeah n***a

I'm a legend

Griselda

Look

I'm just tryna keep my head above the water

Hah

My feet on solid ground

Post traumatic stress disorder got me smokin' out a pound

Heard a n***a say he gon' do something to me how that sound

Anybody get out of bounds Shots gon' come and knock him down

Boom boom boom

Probably won't get my flowers while I can smell 'em

It's gon' take my untimely demise 'fore they realize I was a legend

I can see the s**t now everybody postin' they pictures

With a caption to make people think you really was my n***a

Told my mama don't let them f**k n***as in my funeral

Bury me in my jewels so n***as know my life was beautiful

Hah

Illest to write it all challengers are invited

Uh huh

They all was inspired by that feeling that I provided

Talk to 'em

Book of Conway I'm far from my final chapter

Uh huh

Retired trapper my idols wasn't no rappers

Not at all

Uh race to the top and I'm drivin' faster

Vroom

Yeah run the bag up then retire after

Hahahaha

From kilograms to an astute businessman

Gave my n***a life I know it hit him on that prison van

Pff

You don't know the feeling of never seein' your kid again

And it's a Russell Wilson type n***a raisin' your lil' man

Real s**t I know the feeling ain't seen my son in a minute

Nah

BM don't answer for me so f**k her I'm in my feelings

F**k her

I talk it 'cause I live it don't give a f**k 'bout no image

And I'm just gettin' started my story is far from finished

My lil' brother just came home from doin' time

Shots

Put a bankroll in his pocket 'cause I love to see him fly

Uh huh

VS on his neck even if I gotta give him mine

And my bro don't owe me s**t 'cause I just wanna see him shine

Real s**t

There for me

When I got shot them n***as wasn't there for me uh

They wasn't there

They wasn't there for me

Uh

When I needed you most you wasn't there for me

Where you was at then

I feel like they scared of me

Yeah they scared

And I just got a bag and another bag

Bag

I just got a bag and another bag

Big bag

Now I'm in my bag and I bet they probably scared of me

Yeah yeah

And I just got a bag and another bag yeah yeah

I just got a bag and another bag yeah yeah

Now I'm in my bag and I bet them n***as petrified

Too terrified to testify you get terrorized

That's death defyin' dissect the guy body parts can't be specified

Set on fire by his dental work he get identified

His b***h gotta come and verify the revolution will be televised

I'm 'bout to binge watch f**k her on Zoom and let her friends watch

That's that free d**e no cap no syringe top killin' p***y the d**k need tear drops

Tell the opps send a pin drop I'll be there in ten tops

Clip full like an inbox shoot you in your AirPods

I'd like to thank my plug at this time I cannot forget slime

It's a thin line it's Weezy and Con catch us on the incline

Up up in thin air so high sometimes my throne feel like a wheelchair

I'm half dead as it is flag red as it is

Bad breaks on my temper don't add weight to my temple

Them b***hes they follow me like a drag race start your engine

Say you're in your bag n***a your bag's a smaller fittin'

N***as scared of me I'ma cook 'em who wants some chicken

Water

M M M M M Maybach Music

I'm on the balcony I listen to the birds chirp

Two hundred acres lemme show you what my words worth

My women vintage incentives come with the service

Regurgitate all the b***hes who really worthless

My b***h position come with the pensions and purses

I'm talkin' Benzes Balmain and all of the Birkins

Young n***as beefin' we bust 'em down in their verses

Contact the killers when shooters begin to surface

You n***as slaughtered your daughters attendin' sermons

I'm in the Cullinan callin' shots I'm the colonel

My diamonds sparkle models caught up in the turmoil

I keep the guns and the d**gs just for the paranoia

M M M