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letra de some free - conway the machine

[verse]
(talk to ’em)
look, a g call and the savages came
with automatics to aim tryin’ to splatter your brain
clappin’ your frame, bullets shatterin’ the gl-ss of your range
catch you backstage at your show, and we yappin’ your chain
i fishtail the lamb’ drove that in the rain
uhh, fishscale the yams when the packages came
uhh, your b-tch can tell that i’m stackin’ my change
i was in the street fam sellin’ fabolous ‘caine
not rappin’ but these n-gg-s not rather the same
i been actually tryin’ to reframe from smackin’ a lame
when you hear me on the track you hear the p-ssion and pain
you can tell the way i craft it that i mastered the game
this kind of sh-t you ain’t built for, get back in your lane
n-gg-s get stabbed in the face for attackin’ my name
n-gg-, breakin’ news sh-t, another rapper is slain
told my goon after the k!ll bring back your remains, my n-gg-
some n-gg-s bloods, and some n-gg-s is crips
some n-gg-s official, but most of you n-gg-s b-tch
i ain’t here to make friends, you n-gg-s can eat a d-ck
my youngin blood thirsty, he eager to squeeze a clip
you sneak a diss, 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 b-tch and she’ll stick
keep a razor in her bag, she givin’ your cheek a kiss
cubans weighin’ at least a brick
plug like tony, he bust open a ki to sniff
every other day my trigger finger itch
and that’s the same hand i write with, machine is sick
i’ll bust down a (?) band
who let you n-gg-s in the studio? you should be banned
i can have you whack for like maybe two or three bands
i’ma get us rich, won’t no n-gg- ruin these plans, la machina…

[outro]
yo, you know what’s up n-gg-
machine b-tch (la machina…)

- conway the machine

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