some free
conway the machine
a g call and the savages came
with automatics to aim tryin' to splatter your brain
bullets shatterin' the glass of your range
catch you backstage at your show
and we yappin' your chain
i fishtail the lamb' drove that in the rain
fishscale the yams when the packages came
your bitch can tell that i'm stackin' my change
i was in the street fam sellin' fabolous 'caine
not rappin' but these niggas not rather the same
i been actually tryin' to reframe from smackin' a lame
when you hear me on the track you hear the passion and pain
you can tell the way i craft it that i mastered the game
this kind of shit you ain't built for
niggas get stabbed in the face for attackin' my name
told my goon after the kill bring back your remains
but most of you niggas bitch
i ain't here to make friends
you niggas can eat a dick
he eager to squeeze a clip
hope we don't peep it cause we a flip
let the heater lift you off of feet and we leave you stiff
see me in with a rican bitch and she'll stick
she givin' your cheek a kiss
cubans weighin' at least a brick
he bust open a ki to sniff
every other day my trigger finger itch
and that's the same hand i write with
who let you niggas in the studio? you should be banned
i can have you whack for like maybe two or three bands
won't no nigga ruin these plans