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letra de we outside - big ghost ltd x 38 spesh x conway the machine

[verse 1: conway the machine]
look
they praying on my downfall, they wish they could stop me
i got hit with three shots and the sh-t didn’t drop me (i ate those)
the neck and the wrists-es is rocky (no cap)
i got positioned on the top, now you n-ggas gotta sit and just watch me (you gotta watch, n-gga)
lobster tail and shrimp with the broccoli (hah?), my trench is versace
all cheetah print, so the b-tches can spot me (whoo)
sh-t that i jot, i should be listed as top three (no cap)
thirty-clip in this glock, i’ll hit your b-tch in the top piece (boom boom boom)
i got rich fast, they wanna know how it feel
other rappers whose career been going downhill (hah?)
n-ggas who had a lil’ buzz and even signed deals
they back broke in the ‘jects, drinkin’ brown still (ahahaha)
i pulled the 2020 benz off the lot
draco and four-pound the only friends that i got
you can look at my scars, see i been through a lot
before this rap sh-t, i had a fork spinnin’ in a pot (whip)
i ain’t have no workers then, i had to push it myself
bought it hard ’til i learned how to cook it myself
i made myself a boss, i wasn’t lookin’ for help
in the mirror, i see a g when i look at myself, n-gga (talk to ’em)
yeah, every night my block action-packed (no cap)
i listened to the n-gga rap and that was cap (haa)
pink strings in the cactus jack
steph curry mvp sh-t, i’m winnin’ back to back, back
[verse 2: che noir]
can’t leave my prints, so i wore hand gloves
took a penny from my thoughts, put in a poor man’s cup
these words i riddle in verses was inspired by visions of fiends’ veins
i thought it looked like scribbles and cursive
my struggles never made sense until i cashed a check
i always wanted more, but couldn’t get it ’til i mastered less
was mad and stressed ’cause i rapped the best
could slash a rapper’s neck, ’cause every bar is a bullet like my trigger finger had tourette’s
being underrated? sh-t ruined my patience
guess i’m due for vacation; set back, kept losing the basics
i was due for embracing, but still, i knew i would make it
the sh-t i drew was amazing
don’t fit the mold from them rules they created
hunger pangs left me chewin’ a razor
racists threw us in cages, and ate the food in our faces
i’m motivating to the ones in the crew that i hang with
they got rap sheets long enough they can use as a blanket
fans asking, “how long it’s gon’ take to know she’s the best?”
at what point does paying your dues leave you in debt?
used to freeze where i slept so i could see every breath
wore my heart on my sleeve ’til it started to eat my flesh
tried to spit that introspective sh-t, but n-ggas missed it
so i flipped it, a misfit that put wack rappers into a hit list
this rap sh-t made me s-d-stic; message was cryptic
and just one bar could turn rappers to a statistic, for real

- big ghost ltd x 38 spesh x conway the machine

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