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conway the machine - kommas lyrics

[intro]
griselda, by fashion rebels
yeah
reject, n+gga
griselda

[verse]
f+ck your chain and your watch with diamonds inside the bezel
f+ck your favorite rapper, i body several, i’m ’bout to drop my
new project, it’s probably sonically on the chronic level
i am on a iconic level—i gotta be round the special
high school dropout, but my minds on a college level
and where i’m from, i power levels on obama’s level
i’m increasing my profit level, so mines up
the hill n+gga, my hilfiger’s was on a tommy level (hahaha)
still aiming the tommy level, i’m just smoking these sour
flower petals, spit for an hour—that’s an hour special (k)
applying pressure whether on beat or on a a cappella
hardest b sigel this d eagle will rocafella (whoo)
put ice in the pot took it white hard and i rock it better
bars so sharp the album will machete chop whoever
like being drop through propellers oh a helicop
go head and drop a thousand mixtapes
your sh+t’ll never pop (ha)
picture all them guns on ig that you ain’t never shot
said you smoking loud but i seen you leaving the reggie spot
fiends lined up to the window of my ready spot
f+ck the jack boys i let the dessy pop
every shot
diamonds all on the face of that presi watch
i know they plotting so i keep one eye open
i’m on my fetty wap (hahaha)
i’m better than 90 percent of rappers rapping
look, i go in the studio and magic happens
i get on n+ggas tracks and something tragic happens
k!ll em on they own sh+t
on some off of the dome sh+t
n+gga you ain’t getting money that’s a small stack
f+ck the girl of your dreams and she can’t get a call back
look, lil n+gga i’m not impressed with your false raps
all my lines serious like i wrote the verse in all caps
keep my cigar capped
this cookies with more wax
the hustle in my hood boy you gotta pay the squad tax (k)
n+ggas get bodied but detectives never solve that
a n+gga got off on me? i don’t recall that (hah)
gun b+tt a n+gga till every bone in his jaw crack
if i ain’t a gangsta than what the f+ck do you call that?

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