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big ghost ltd & conway the machine - big drum lyrics

[intro: goose]
yeah, goose, look

[verse 1: goose & jae skeese]
i’m in my grind state of mind, i ain’t got time to waste
they told me “seeker you should find”, i guess i’m fine with k (i got)
i’m not a stranger to the shine so i’m fine with hate (so hate, n+gga)
we do a package at a time, thirty+five a plate
give me a beat to body, i bet i demise a crate (for real)
i’ve been iller since baby stopped wearin’ condoms with faith
it’s not a problem to a doctor, watch, i operate (for real)
so say the wrong thing, i bet i get you shot today (boom, boom)
mama told me “stay in the house”, i told her “not today” (i’m outside)
’cause n+ggas plottin’ and there’s two more sh+ts i gotta say (for real)
nate gone for the summer, yeah, he locked away
until he home, we gon’ run up like ten blocks a day
i used to struggle with my feelings, kept ’em locked away (that was me)
until i picked that pen and pad up and i draw the way
tried keepin’ me in the hood until i got away (uh)
pops showed me my first two pounds, on the block he chase (yo, yo, check)
[verse 2: jae skeese]
the beat file domestic charges when i say raps to it (uh+huh)
i get to ventin’ and bringin’ heat, sh+t’s like an hvac unit
your sh+t is garbage, how you slang that sewage? (how?)
this rap is war, sh+t’s like a matag unit
i hit the top and i had to take that viewin’
just like a mandatory wake (uh+huh)
you see, my diction is no eviction
believe i always had my story straight (i always did)
attracted to sixteens, just like a statutory pace (uh+huh)
got that sauce, push that chicken like a catch+a+tory play
i’m back, tapped in my zone, bristol mints, i had the acronyms on
manufacture was still wool when my fabric was sown
opposite of brittle, with riddles, i’m sharp as sickles
never artificial, my art’s official (my sh+t’s official)
i mean, i’m kinda likin’ charge of crystal
like it’s solenanthus, my flow is vanishments (uh+huh)
these n+ggas know i hold advantages to over stand this sh+t (uh+huh)
now when he cut ’em on, i slash this sh+t, left it in bandages (brrah)
of course i gotta check it, like i’m sleepin’ out in radison (what?)
i stayed in my lane, they thought that i was travellin’, but i was gatherin’
i know that they thought i was sinkin’ back when i was paddlin’
but i was still as fly as a vulture when i was scavengin’
and, n+gga, i ain’t draggin’ it
and buffalo is up now, griselda was the catalyst (uh+huh)
black soprano family hold the keys
drumwork, we came to shackle sh+t (drumwork)
lock it down like twenty+three in one (wow)
get two l!cks, we took sh+t over, makin’ runs in yeezys 1s (wow)
shocked the sh+t out of a hater, f+ck you thought we would become? (huh?)
brought myself out of these slums, ’cause wiz knew i’d be the one
motherf+cker, huh, yeah (my n+gga wiz)
i brought myself out of these slums, ’cause wiz knew i’d be the one
[verse 3: shots]
some days i feel like big, i be ready to die (ready to die)
thinkin’ ’bout my dead homies, i be ready to slide (ready to slide)
strictly for my n+gga doin’ it on some aux sh+t (aux sh+t)
no cash money but the backwood’s on some hot sh+t (some hot sh+t)
i’ma get rich or die tryin’, uh, i think that i’m 50 (think that i’m 50)
ridin’ bulletproof ’cause many men, they wanna get me (grrrt)
i can take a quarter, bring it, flip that sh+t to half (flip that sh+t to half)
turn a half into a whole, we’ll make them birds take a bath (put them birds in the tub, n+gga)
pockets itchin’ for that money, like my jeans got a rash (hahaha)
that sh+t you spent up on your chain, i got that sh+t in my stash (that sh+t in my stash, n+gga)
hold on, it’s true to get diplomatic immunity (immunity)
my mama tellin’ me to chill, she can’t get through to me (ah)
this drum ain’t got no f+ckin’ limit, b+tch (grr), i think that i’m percy (think that i’m percy)
chop a n+gga head off, b+tch, we ain’t got no mercy (b+tch, we ain’t got no mercy)
i used to feel it in the air, back when i was they property (ah)
and they all hittin’ l!cks with the ceo still watchin’ me (we still gettin’ rich, n+gga)

[verse 4: 7xvetheg+nius & sk]
it’s real b+tches that see me out, they tell me to keep goin’ (keep goin’)
when i say this sh+t get crazy, they say i’m already knowin (already knowin’)
but it’s f+ck n+ggas that’s so bitter they wanna see me fail (they wanna see me fail)
when they say “don’t go that low”, i say “well, they sent me to h+ll”
i got young n+ggas hungry as f+ck that like to say they did
who find themselves opps to see who get the shot to clean it
and to get the most poppin’ off them 30s, how convenient
’cause if you make it to that age, you wide the soccer teasin’ (calm)
since they ain’t have no vision, sh+t, i figured i could be ’em (sh+t, i figured i could be ’em)
sh+t, i see the shot right here, i’m just lookin’ for a reason (huh)
any beat or song, listen, i’m kind of undefeated
your new sh+t ain’t comparin’ to the sh+t that i deleted (nah)
i got more smiles, stupid, and went more dumb (went more dumb)
i plot on top, you is a kilmore them (kilmore them)
i got more optimistic, had more fun
but let’s not forgot, you isn’t from that slum (from that slum)
i go r+t+rded until i can’t afford it
at home, i been the richest, and here i am the poorest
my mama need a mention, my sister in the storage
the clothes should build a wall up, my struggle made a fortress
a kingdom come, don’t let a man tell you what the truth be (nah)
don’t let ’em shoot me, or shoot it thinkin’ i’m a groupie (hmm)
don’t let ’em group me, don’t let ’em tell you god is love
then i salute me (look), might sneak up n+ggas (drum), i like a roofie
[verse 5: sk]
okay, i’m reloaded, your kitchen is re+opened
y’all better cherish these moments, i’ma catch like t. owens
pay attention, please, notice, my n+gga d a researcher
we pre+loaded, tryna get through them doors, i’ma keep pursin’ (sk)
drumwork, the t focus, n+ggas talk, they be jokin’ (right)
sneak posin’, i see ’em, they wave, lips up, t++th showin’ (ah)
sh+t get tight, i’m in the streets workin’, when it’s cold, my heat workin’ (grrt)
remember, it’s a deep ocean, i don’t think you should keep goin’ (nah)
they tried to bury me, and, watch, i resurface
i know i seem perfect, every verse like i re+wrote it (woo, ah)
n+gga, we drinkin’ and we smokin’
and weed potin’ the ashtray, lookin’ like it need lotion
had to sn+tch my place, still ain’t had my break
this path i take, pedal to the floor, sh+t, the gas might break
y’all ain’t half my weight, i have my way
n+ggas can’t stab my face, can’t match my pace, don’t catch my case
i blast my eighth to get the bag i chase for that high street
and if my cat not straight, i pass my plate (facts)
it won’t be the last i make, it’s cooked crack in every track i make
like my raps got laced, no cap, i’m great (woo)

[verse 6: conway the machine]
i’m from the eastside of buffalo, over here, ain’t no beaches
over here, ain’t no peace, just lil’ n+ggas airin’ they pieces (boom, boom, boom)
got to keep your pistol with you everywhere, ain’t no leavin’ (ha)
squeezin’, every situation, gotta carefully read it (okay)
my name is very prestigious, machine spit audio h+ll
when leakin’ through the bluetooth stereo speakers (ooh)
i mean, you see i overcame bein’ paraplegic
stop countin’ me out, boy, that sh+t is clearly egregious, n+gga (talk to ’em)
it’s the drumwork boss, the jefe (ha)
i put this .9 on your tongue, like the olympic drawin’ sietes
it ain’t no rapper alive that could f+ck with me on his best day
could shoot his chest plate after my next tape
that sh+t is checkmate (woo), after the tec spray
and hit your chest plate, and that sh+t death day
after the jet take off, i have a fresh plate (ha)
i’m with the private chef, mate (ha)
machine, b+tch, y’all n+ggas have a blessed day, i’m gone (talk to ’em, n+gga)

[outro: conway the machine]
yeah, we comin’, n+gga
matter of fact, we here right now
drumwork, b+tch

- big ghost ltd conway the machine lyrics

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