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letra de the source - van buren records & conway the machine

[verse 1: jiles]
i just pulled up in that whatchacallit
fiends on the block, it ain’t designer
tube sock is their favorite wallet
i remember seein’ my older cousin cracked out on my mama sofa
slept for three days, his body slumped over (facts)
i’m on a different tax bracket
still the same n-gga f-ckin’ hoes on the air mattress
off hand doing calisthenics, got the hood jumping
national grid outside, we light the stove oven, real sh-t
what is life? i’m in studio with my rap peers
that carhartt stab-proof, with it, feel like paul pierce
posted on the block with them lawn chairs
gossiping about getting money, bad hoеs, and who out here, i’m out herе
[chorus: jiles]
if this was nine-four, i would’ve got five mics
if this was nine-four, i would’ve got five mics
f-ck the source, little n-gga, i’m the source for real
f-ck the source, little n-gga, i’m the source for real

[verse 2: ricky felix]
i was on the eastside picking dimes, ripping rhymes
hoping god ain’t let me die
n-ggas tried to take me off the earth (for real)
walkin’ up on n-ggas after school tryna catch the work
them boys were f-ckin’ spooked, though
hangin’ with my cvs, f-ckin’ on a lil puto
police tryna k!ll the folk (yeah)
hangin’ on my f-ckin’ hawk, them lil’ n-ggas gettin’ poked
i was dead broke chasin’ dollars
please don’t take me out my mode
motherf-ckers tryna take me out my zone
but i ain’t tripping, though

[verse 3: felix]
sh-t, and i ain’t missing, though
’cause music sh-t ain’t set in stone (set in stone)
just tryna set the tone, respect your roles and fémen dan (fémen dan)
i spent these troubled times with dimes that could’ve been in vogue
see jiles’ style is more like slam dunking, mines is finger rolls
sh-t, if it was ’98, i’d sign to murder inc (yeah)
i’d cop the coldest mink and crew would got the goldest links (yeah)
a plain rollie face, that shiny sh-t depreciates (yeah)
but this is present-day sh-t
see, where i’m from, i made it
[chorus: jiles]
if this was nine-four, i would’ve got five mics
if this was nine-four, i would’ve got five mics
f-ck the source, little n-gga, i’m the source for real
f-ck the source, little n-gga, i’m the source for real

[verse 4: conway the machine]
look
i used to want five mics in the source, now i’m the source for real
n-gga couldn’t afford a deal, now i do corporate deals
peanut b-tter seats, the porsche was teal
had all the odds stacked against me, i made a fortune still (i’m up, n-gga)
that boy was doing the most, so he was forced to chill (sit down, p-ssy)
talkin’ greasy on internet, that boy in his feelings
i got the bag to have him smoked, i can afford to k!ll (uh-huh)
machine, b-tch, i’m a boss for real (woo)
mafia sh-t, two to the head, how that revolver feel?
got wise guys that’ll whack you, get rid of that corpse for real
got mob ties, my guy, but i don’t eat no pork or veal
and i’m top five with lines if ever we talking sk!ll
and i got fly, i’m top three if ever we talking spill, sh-t (talk to ’em)
n-gga, you broke, so why you talking still? (hah)
put the nail in them n-ggas’ coffin still
got the carbine steel
i’ll blow they melon across the field, machine

- van buren records conway the machine

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