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letra de 224 may block - conway the machine

[chorus]
(talk to ’em!)
my hood made me a k!ller, n-gga, you can see it in my eyes
(you can see it in my eyes, n-gga)
ever since i caught that first body, it’s been murder on my mind
(yeah, it’s been murder on my mind, p-ssy, look look)
even my b-tches on the same sh-t, i f-ck around and get you lined
(hah! i get you lined up! look look)
everybody is food n-gga, i got murder on my mind (food, uh, uh, uh)
i got murder on my mind

[verse 1]
they wanna know where i get that new ruger i bought from
16 with a body, n0body knew that i caught one
i aim for his stomach, tried to give him a sh-t bag
the n-gga didn’t make it, d-mn, i guess he got hit bad
you tried to run up on me, had to fire this big heat (hold that, n-gga)
he seen that i was young, so i guess he thought sh-ts sweet (oh, you thought sh-t was sweet, huh?)
i heard that last sh-t you n-ggas dropped and that sh-ts weak (that sh-t is garbage!)
i pop a n-gga in his chest and make his whole sh-t leak (boom boom boom!)
i ain’t fightin’ n-ggas, i’ma give you a slug first
my og looked at me and said i got blood thirst
but don’t think it’s a game with my knuckles, they does work
it’s just i’d rather lay a n-gga down in the mud first (hahaha!)
when i was locked up, n-gga i didn’t write home (nah)
ain’t callin’ everyday, i wasn’t sending no kites home (i’m good)
i had to whoop a p-ssy n-gga right in the cell
then hit the yard and did 20 sets of pull-ups, for real (free my n-gga, yeah yeah)

[chorus]
my hood made me a k!ller, n-gga, you can see it in my eyes
(hah, hah! you can see it in my eyes, p-ssy)
ever since i caught that first body, it’s been murder on my mind
(this ain’t a game, n-gga, yeah, i can’t shake that! look look)
even my b-tches on the same sh-t, i f-ck around and get you lined
(i want smoke, i’ll get you f-ck n-ggas lined up, look look)
everybody is food n-gga, i got murder on my mind (food! you n-ggas food, man)
i got murder on my mind, n-gga

[verse 2]
my lil n-gga still ride around with his pole ‘n ’em
i point a n-gga out, he gon’ go put a hole in him (green light)
he only 17, mama can’t get control of him
she might as well give up, the devil done got a hold on him
pops wasn’t around, little brother he got smoked
his older brother only got a dub so they got hope (they got hope)
that’s why he run up on you, bustin’ shots ’til his glock broke (boom boom boom!)
i told you i’m the grimiest of all when i dropped goat (that’s a fact, n-gga)
you p-ssy n-ggas mad ’cause they see that i came up
and i did it without ’em so they think that i changed up (them n-ggas hurt)
i just kept on my grind and kept stackin’ my change up (uh huh)
rappers come to my city, do they show with they chain tucked (hahahaha!)
you know them may block n-ggas don’t got a care in ’em
and if a n-gga think he want smoke then we airin’ him
it’s [?] bottles when i’m poppin’ a cork
and i grinded from the bottom with a pot and a fork (look look)

[chorus]
my hood made me a k!ller, n-gga, you can see it in my eyes
(a k!ller, n-gga! you can look at me and tell, right?)
ever since i caught that first body, it’s been murder on my mind
(uh huh, ever since that first joint, look look)
even my b-tches on the same sh-t, i f-ck around and get you lined
(my b-tches, i get you p-ssy n-ggas lined up, look look)
everybody is food n-gga, i got murder on my mind (y’all n-ggas food, we on sh-t n-gga)
i got murder on my mind, n-gga

[outro]
eat what you k!ll, n-gga!
yeah, straight like that. conway the machine
alchemist, what’s good n-gga?
haha, you know it’s legendary when we link up!
haha, that’s my word, we ’bout to smack the sh-t out of n-ggas with this new sh-t
grimiest…gone

- conway the machine

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