nash

conway the machine

look

smoking shattering the raw comb

bottom of the 5th shattering your jaw bone

i send a package to your broad home

mail the drugs

she sign for 500 pounds for a pair of uggs

they hating on me i'm like where the love

i've been nice with the pen since back when birdman was wearing love

homie behind the wall he been a near a dove

clap a nigga 5 times he wasn't wearing gloves

told that bitch to clean the pots and pans

she washed the residue off the egg beaters wearing the ox for 10s

the shooter keep the 30 in his arms reach

i have him empty the clip where ya moms sleep

mention my name i'ma push the button

poke on some rap nigga melon i gotta put a slug in

sending bricks from cali to the hood and flood it

i get the blocks from sacramento cam boogie cousins

i'm a living legend

it's a blessing i'm even living my life could've been ended

in a millisecond

that's probably why i spit it with aggression

i gotta kill it

i gotta be the illest i can't finish second

and i ain't finna threaten

'cause can't no nigga fuck with me

i run up in the session with the smith and wesson

shout out my nigga tec

shout out to smith and wesson

i had my youngins aiming sticks where your bitches resting

sit in on the counter let the blocks dry

my youngin on your block letting shots fly

sneak dissing ain't work so now they cock ride

reject dropped i'm knocking niggas out the top five

the tisci dunks on black and white

my dope made the fiends od die and come back to life

haha

and that happened twice

hah

auntie said she hit that glass chick

crack the pipe

conway

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