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conway the machine - greed lyrics

[intro: dj infamous]
it’s the new regime in these streets
the power of the dollar is at an all-time high
we call it -amerikan greed-
set it back to the streets
conway
shout out to westside gunn
hold up
you know who i be
dj infamous
dtp, we the best
the streets been calling for it, con
but now we’re gon’ give it to them
that’s why we call it -amerikan greed-, n-gg-
let’s go

[hook: conway the machine]
wake up every morning, got to count something
grinding all night, my b-tch think i was out f-cking
little homie said he itching, he need to out something
army fatigues, long rifle like he out hunting

[verse 1: conway the machine]
i got a table full of contraband
i let my b-tches bag it while i count the bands
my young boys love to let them choppers blam
play in the field with the drums like a f-cking marching band
[?] rims on my auto chrome
i got a tool for whatever, i’m in my auto zone
i flew to get them then i brought them home
got on the phone, hit my bro and told i’m gon’ be on
too much money to fit in the safe
i pray this money don’t get me a case
fly to miami, plug lived to get me some ace
it been a good week, i’ma get me a case
word to the homie, [?], i dump this 5th in your face
presi suite at the royal palm and your b-tch in my face
[] g’s, [?] stuffed in them
streets is full of f-ck n-gg-s, i don’t f-ck with them

[bridge: conway the machine]
greed
greed
greed
greed

[verse 2: conway the machine]
i’m just trying to get my bread right
yeah, i’m getting head, running red lights
yeah, i got a 2 liter of red sprite
you talking like you balling, homie, but your bread light
brother been in the feds twice
my other n-gg- got fed life (free my n-gg-)
move five racks of onyx on a dead night
real thick b-tch have my d-ck hard as a lead pipe
i hate a f-ck n-gg- with a p-ssion
i bought a chopper for my 16-year-old -ss-ssin
getting all this money, i thought it developed a habit
like every night, i got to get head from a bad b-tch
sleep on me if you want, you’ll be dead on your mattress
goons show up to your wake and put lead in your casket
my whole att-tude is “f-ck n-gg-s”
they got a little bread, but they’re still f-ck n-gg-s

[bridge: conway the machine]
greed
greed
greed
greed

[outro: dj infamous]
my att-tude is “f-ck n-gg-s, too”
all i’m worried about, con
is getting this money
f-cking these b-tches
and taking over the streets, n-gg-
conway, dj infamous
you n-gg-s ain’t on our f-cking level
-amerikan greed-, the mixtape
let’s go

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