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conway the machine - courtside at barclays lyrics

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[verse 1]
look, n+ggas couldn’t f+ck with me on their best day
i just dropped a fresh plate, n+ggas knew it’s classic before they pressed play
rockin’ the richard mille with the wet face
you rap n+ggas quit playin’ checkers, n+gga, this is chess play
kilo cuban necklace got my neck laced, park in the underground garage
at barclays when i go watch the nets play
i drop classic after classic, b+tch, see my success rate
i’ma end a hundred, n+gga, the mookie betts way, just wait for my next tape
i just ordered my next wraith, n+ggas got wrong as tech play
tec spray, send you to god and tell you “have a blessed day”
let’s make a toast, pop a cork on a fresh ace
i ascended to the top at a kamikaze fighter jet pace
i could front you a brick, but you come with a stick when i come to collect pay
the day you play with my money will be your death day
five hundred ps in the mail, they gon’ touch down the next day
we gotta eat

[chorus]
yeah, this for my n+ggas on the yard, ratchet on ’em, doin’ pullups
yeah, yeah, yeah+ah
this for the n+ggas in the hood, ratchet on ’em, they gon’ pull up
yeah, yeah, yeah+ah
[verse 2]
look, i keep chinegun in mind when i pen rhymes
good sh+t, slime, i barely even pen rhymes
[?] in my name, bet you that benz mines
even when i ain’t got a shooter with me, bet you my b+tch’ll stab you ten times
you f+ck n+ggas better get in line
brodie told like three hundred and fifty bottles, how you think you big time?
i know n+ggas behind the wall that’s doin’ big time
every other day, five hundred diamonds on the incline
i call the mechanic, that’s my shooter when it’s wrench time
took my bag from the tour to the connect, i didn’t spend mine
i don’t know if it’s hate or jealousy, but i know that between both, it’s a thin line
but regardless, f+ck them n+ggas, i keep a big nine

[chorus]
this for my n+ggas on the yard, ratchet on ’em, doin’ pullups
yeah, yeah, yeah+ah
this for the n+ggas in the hood, ratchet on ’em, they gon’ pull up
yeah, yeah, yeah+ah

[outro]
yeah, yeah, yeah+ah
yeah, yeah, yeah+ah

- conway the machine lyrics

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