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letra de spoons house - conway the machine

[intro]
yeah, uh
let me talk my sh-t again
yeah

[verse]
you now listenin’ to the greatest (drumwork, n-gga), motherf-ckers can’t beat us (hah)
we spray heaters out of [?] bimmers (brr)
n-ggas got rich off the blender and the eggbeater (whip up)
i don’t bang, but my brother bang red, he a demon
got the bandana around the handle of a sket (uh huh)
uh, i’d die for my family and my respect
my cuban weigh a kilogram around my neck (talk to ’em)
and i got two of those, don’t get filled up with bullet holes
who would’ve known wе’d make it to this point? i was just cookin’ os
you see the way i’m cookin’ up this beat, i’m just as good on stovеs (uh huh)
rappin’ wishin’ one day i’d be good as hov (one day)
but still i’m the n-gga they be lookin’ over
i whip a brick, i put the soda just to push it over
whip the cullinans, let the baby mamas push the rovers (that’s for you, baby)
know a n-gga that got cooked at lenovo’s
that’s why them n-ggas be shook to approach us (boom boom boom boom boom boom)
yeah, cop designer kicks like they white forces (cash)
n-ggas kicked the homie door, he lost a light fortune (it was light, though)
i dabbled in white like i’m white boy rich
powder in every corner of the trap like [?] (talk to ’em)
my n-gga smoked his own cousin, they gave him life for it
n-gga stole three hundred racks, so he put out his lights for it (brr)
yeah, this run that i’m on is quite historic (hahahaha)
the way i been on fire lately, i can ignite a forest (hah)
i didn’t read the contracts, i was blinded by loyalty
thought we was equal, whole time n-ggas tryna get more than me (pssh)
and i was still wavin’ that flag and still grindin’ accordingly
now tell me what rapper you know that want this sh-t more than me? (huh?)
i still remember them days when i couldn’t walk
bullet in my neck, face paralyzed, i couldn’t talk
recorded reject 2, was like a bullet in the dark
we went from that to billboard top 200, who would’ve thought?
rappers like me only come one in a generation (talk to ’em)
you should applaud me more, i overcame my situation
they seen the bells palsy, thought it would be limitations
remember me and west would travel to new york
to go to offices and talk about our album and listen and play it
they said it was too many samples, this sh-t wouldn’t make it
we stuck to the basics, yeah, they was mistaken
got the billboard outside their office now, they still gotta look in our faces (hahahaha)
yeah, now you witnessin’ greatness
remember spoon’s house, recordin’ my sh-t in the bas-m-nt (woo)
now my sh-t on your playlist, now every whip is a sp-ceship
all my chicks look amazing, now my wrist full of glaciers
foul line trips, i’ma make it, yeah (talk your sh-t, king)
that’s how foul i get in my pages, wild out, flip when i’m angered
wild out, sh-t can get dangerous, now every b-tch think i’m famous
how about [?], trips out of town with the stainless (brr)
[outro]
machine
you know the f-ckin’ vibes, n-gga
drumwork, you know my gun work
you know what’s up
you know what’s up when you see them trucks pullin’ up, n-gga

- conway the machine

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