作词 : Vidal Garcia/Desmond Price/Robert William Leonard/Dwayne Carter/Cozmo Hickox/Nick Ashford/Valerie Simpson 作曲 : Vidal Garcia/Desmond Price/Robert William Leonard/Dwayne Carter/Cozmo Hickox/Nick Ashford/Valerie Simpson [Intro: Conway the Machine] He's one of us now Yeah, nigga I'm a legend Griselda Look
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine] I'm just tryna keep my head above the water (Hah), my feet on solid ground Post traumatic stress disorder got me smokin' out the pound Heard a nigga say he gon' do something to me, how that sound? Anybody get out of bounds, Shots gon' come and knock him down (Boom boom boom) I probably won't get my flowers while I can smell 'em It's gon' take my untimely demise 'fore they realize I was a legend I can see this shit now, everybody postin' they pictures With a caption to make people think you really was my nigga Told my mama don't let them **** niggas in my funeral Bury me in my jewels so niggas know my life was beautiful (Hah) Illest to write it, all challengers are invited (Uh huh) They all was inspired by that feeling that I provided (Talk to 'em) Book of Conway, I'm far from my final chapter (Uh huh) Retired trapper, my idols wasn't no rappers (Not at all) Uh, race to the top and I'm drivin' faster (Vroom) Yeah, run the bag up, then retire after (Hahahaha) From kilograms to in the stu', businessman Gave my nigga life, I know it hit him on that prison van (Pff) You don't know the feeling of never seein' your kid again And it's a Russell Wilson type nigga raisin' your lil' man Real shit, I know the feeling, ain't seen my son in a minute (Nah) BM don't answer for me, so **** her, I'm in my feelings (**** her) I talk it 'cause I live it, don't give a **** 'bout no image And I'm just gettin' started, my story is far from finished My lil' brother just came home from doin' time (Shots) Put a bankroll in his pocket 'cause I love to see him fly (Uh huh) VS on his neck even if I gotta give him mine And my bro don't owe me shit 'cause I just wanna see him shine Real shit
[Chorus: Conway the Machine] There for me When I got shot, them niggas wasn't there for me, uh (They wasn't there) They wasn't there for me (Uh) When I needed you most, you wasn't there for me (Where you was at then?) I feel like they scared of me (Yeah, they scared) And I just got a bag and another bag (Bag) I just got a bag and another bag (Big bag) Now I'm in my bag and I bet they probably scared of me
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Yeah, yeah And I just got a bag and another bag, yeah, yeah I just got a bag and another bag, yeah, yeah Now I'm in my bag and I bet them niggas Petrified, too terrified to testify, you get terrorized That's death-defyin', dissect the guy, body parts can't be specified Set on fire, by his dental work, he get identified His ***** gotta come and verify, the revolution will be televised I'm 'bout to binge watch, **** her on Zoom and let her friends watch That's that free ****, no cap, no syringe top, killin' *****, the **** need tear drops Tell the opps send a pin drop, I'll be there in ten tops Clip full like an inbox, shoot you in your AirPods I'd like to thank my plug at this time, I cannot forget slime It's a thin line, it's Weezy and Con, catch us on the incline Up, up in thin air, so high, sometimes my throne feel like a wheelchair I'm half dead as it is, flag red as it is Bad breaks on my temper, don't add weight to my temple Them bad *****es follow me like a drag race, start your engine Say you're in your bag, nigga, your bag's a smaller fittin' Niggas scared of me, I'ma cook 'em, who wants some chicken? War
[Interlude] M-M-M-M M-M-M-Maybach Music
[Verse 3: Rick Ross] I'm on the balcony, I listen to the birds chirp Two hundred acres, lemme show you what my words worth My women vintage and [?] come with the service Regurgitate all the *****es who really worthless My ***** position come with the pensions and purses I'm talkin' Benzes, Balmain and all of the Birkins Young niggas beefin', we bust 'em down in their verses Contact the killers when shooters begin to surface You niggas slaughtered your daughters attendin' sermons I'm in the Cullinan callin' shots, I'm the colonel My diamonds sparkle, models caught up in the turmoil I keep the guns and the drugs just for the paranoia M-M-M
[00:00.000] 作词 : Vidal Garcia/Desmond Price/Robert William Leonard/Dwayne Carter/Cozmo Hickox/Nick Ashford/Valerie Simpson [00:00.593] 作曲 : Vidal Garcia/Desmond Price/Robert William Leonard/Dwayne Carter/Cozmo Hickox/Nick Ashford/Valerie Simpson [00:01.187][Intro: Conway the Machine] [00:01.439]He's one of us now [00:05.709]Yeah, nigga [00:08.714]I'm a legend [00:10.726]Griselda [00:11.230]Look [00:11.981] [00:12.232][Verse 1: Conway the Machine] [00:12.734]I'm just tryna keep my head above the water (Hah), my feet on solid ground [00:15.998]Post traumatic stress disorder got me smokin' out the pound [00:19.011]Heard a nigga say he gon' do something to me, how that sound? [00:22.021]Anybody get out of bounds, Shots gon' come and knock him down (Boom boom boom) [00:25.283]I probably won't get my flowers while I can smell 'em [00:27.545]It's gon' take my untimely demise 'fore they realize I was a legend [00:31.062]I can see this shit now, everybody postin' they pictures [00:34.077]With a caption to make people think you really was my nigga [00:37.090]Told my mama don't let them **** niggas in my funeral [00:40.107]Bury me in my jewels so niggas know my life was beautiful (Hah) [00:43.120]Illest to write it, all challengers are invited (Uh huh) [00:45.882]They all was inspired by that feeling that I provided (Talk to 'em) [00:49.147]Book of Conway, I'm far from my final chapter (Uh huh) [00:52.410]Retired trapper, my idols wasn't no rappers (Not at all) [00:55.426]Uh, race to the top and I'm drivin' faster (Vroom) [00:58.433]Yeah, run the bag up, then retire after (Hahahaha) [01:01.445]From kilograms to in the stu', businessman [01:03.709]Gave my nigga life, I know it hit him on that prison van (Pff) [01:06.714]You don't know the feeling of never seein' your kid again [01:09.728]And it's a Russell Wilson type nigga raisin' your lil' man [01:13.667]Real shit, I know the feeling, ain't seen my son in a minute (Nah) [01:15.920]BM don't answer for me, so **** her, I'm in my feelings (**** her) [01:19.184]I talk it 'cause I live it, don't give a **** 'bout no image [01:21.944]And I'm just gettin' started, my story is far from finished [01:25.206]My lil' brother just came home from doin' time (Shots) [01:27.467]Put a bankroll in his pocket 'cause I love to see him fly (Uh huh) [01:30.228]VS on his neck even if I gotta give him mine [01:33.240]And my bro don't owe me shit 'cause I just wanna see him shine [01:36.251]Real shit [01:36.752] [01:37.505][Chorus: Conway the Machine] [01:37.756]There for me [01:38.765]When I got shot, them niggas wasn't there for me, uh (They wasn't there) [01:43.033]They wasn't there for me (Uh) [01:45.044]When I needed you most, you wasn't there for me (Where you was at then?) [01:48.054]I feel like they scared of me (Yeah, they scared) [01:52.253]And I just got a bag and another bag (Bag) [01:56.021]I just got a bag and another bag (Big bag) [01:59.032]Now I'm in my bag and I bet they probably scared of me [02:01.041] [02:01.291][Verse 2: Lil Wayne] [02:01.541]Yeah, yeah [02:02.550]And I just got a bag and another bag, yeah, yeah [02:03.961]I just got a bag and another bag, yeah, yeah [02:11.169]Now I'm in my bag and I bet them niggas [02:13.432]Petrified, too terrified to testify, you get terrorized [02:15.442]That's death-defyin', dissect the guy, body parts can't be specified [02:19.208]Set on fire, by his dental work, he get identified [02:22.077]His ***** gotta come and verify, the revolution will be televised [02:24.835]I'm 'bout to binge watch, **** her on Zoom and let her friends watch [02:27.346]That's that free ****, no cap, no syringe top, killin' *****, the **** need tear drops [02:31.113]Tell the opps send a pin drop, I'll be there in ten tops [02:33.879]Clip full like an inbox, shoot you in your AirPods [02:36.643]I'd like to thank my plug at this time, I cannot forget slime [02:39.404]It's a thin line, it's Weezy and Con, catch us on the incline [02:42.416]Up, up in thin air, so high, sometimes my throne feel like a wheelchair [02:45.932]I'm half dead as it is, flag red as it is [02:48.945]Bad breaks on my temper, don't add weight to my temple [02:51.550]Them bad *****es follow me like a drag race, start your engine [02:55.064]Say you're in your bag, nigga, your bag's a smaller fittin' [02:57.822]Niggas scared of me, I'ma cook 'em, who wants some chicken? [03:00.837]War [03:01.589] [03:01.839][Interlude] [03:04.853]M-M-M-M [03:07.615]M-M-M-Maybach Music [03:13.138] [03:13.389][Verse 3: Rick Ross] [03:13.639]I'm on the balcony, I listen to the birds chirp [03:15.901]Two hundred acres, lemme show you what my words worth [03:19.508]My women vintage and [?] come with the service [03:22.264]Regurgitate all the *****es who really worthless [03:25.281]My ***** position come with the pensions and purses [03:28.290]I'm talkin' Benzes, Balmain and all of the Birkins [03:31.303]Young niggas beefin', we bust 'em down in their verses [03:34.317]Contact the killers when shooters begin to surface [03:37.081]You niggas slaughtered your daughters attendin' sermons [03:40.348]I'm in the Cullinan callin' shots, I'm the colonel [03:43.361]My diamonds sparkle, models caught up in the turmoil [03:48.059]I keep the guns and the drugs just for the paranoia [03:50.824]M-M-M
