Correction Paroles The Half par Conway the Machine

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Uh huh
Yeah

Keep my cigarillo rolled tight
Waiting for me to fall off, you'll wait your whole life
You ain't never been sh*t your whole life
Even your mama know you just a low life
straps on the Giussepe's n***a
Wig shot, b*t*hes still tell me I'm a sexy n***a (what up baby?)
I hear them sneak dissing, I don't sweat the n***a ( I hear it)
Because Imma beat the brakes of him when I catch the n***a
Killa Tone just came home, a low on the way
Take him to 40/40 blow forty K
Go tell them I run the street
KXL send it through and I'm Big Punnin' the beat
One of the illest since B.I.G, I been utter elite
Been the Jigga of my city for ten summers at least
Not signed to a major, I'm independently
Doing it so big I need me a Lil Kimberly
S.E is the gang and I am my own entity
n***as shot me but I don't want sympathy for injuries
That just gave me the energy to get back on a killing spree
And kill the whole industry
Won't nothing stop me from what I'm trying to pursue
I'm the illest with the bars my n***a this what I do
(This what I does)

(Record scratching)

Yeah
This music is so essential
Move my mama from out of that hood to a residential
Take her off of that bus and put her in back of that Benzo
I'm hoping she can find the strength to forever let that man go
That's why I spit it iller than most
You will never know the feeling behind the will of a ghost
Make a toast, for the n***a that critics consider GOAT
That almost got smoked, still spit it crazy
Bullets still in his throat
My ears and my wrists wet
Life is a casino I ain't cashing in my chips yet
About to f**k alot of hoes, homeboy, your b*t*h next
Bars so hot, when I write I make the pen sweat
n***as making statements they shouldn't be making (Come on man)
You looking at greatness my n***a, I'm Payton (I'm winning)
I'm setting records these n***as ain't breaking
Breaking in your place and all that sh*t in your safe's what I'm taking
Married to this money, no wedding ring
Post office flow homie, I'm addressing everything
n***as hate me, because they want to be like me
I'm getting money like Mitch and they want to come Uncle Ice me
Any real n***a can vouch for me
I don't pay my shooters, they do it on the house for me
Put a bullet in your scalp for me
Martin Luther style give it to you on your balcony

(Record scratching)

This how I do it, this how I play n***a
Know what I mean?
Had to show these n***as that I'm still the illest with these bars
Know what i mean?
n***as running they f**king mouth
You got to show n***as sometimes, know what I mean?
(Conway)

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