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conway the machine - rodney little lyrics

rodney little lyrics
[intro: conway]
yeah, you see me, n+gga
see what i do, n+gga?
it’s been a good year, know what i mean?
got n+ggas doing bad though
it’s crazy ’cause y’all n+ggas talk that big+money sh+t
n+ggas hurting though
hah

[verse 1: conway]
look, they tell me i’m c+cky
’cause i don’t think no n+gga can stop me
i’m the man right now, boy, sit and just watch me (watch what i’m doing, n+gga)
style switch before you n+ggas could copy
shooter slide through with a stick, it isn’t for hockey
on my hip where the glock be (uh)
my city small, b+tches i f+ck saying rest in peace to the n+gga that shot me, woah (that n+gga gone, baby)
i’m the king now, my n+gga, i’m jaffe joffer
but i travel with a semi like akeem (haaaaaaa)
where i’m from they consider me top 3
bar for bar, i don’t think no n+gga can top me (can’t f+ck with mе, n+gga)
the flow rare like vintagе versace
choppa close, can’t let these n+ggas biggie and pac me, nah (cap)
i’m shooting on sight, i ain’t tryna fight (uh uh)
but with the hands, i’m triple g, half iron mike (whooo)
gun to his head, fired twice, they say i ain’t right
but f+ck how they feel about it (f+ck em)
cross the morgue, f+ck n+ggas get k!lled about it (uh huh)
youngin’ shooting like buddy hield about it
that gangsta sh+t, boy, we still about it (cap)
my jit waving the stick, he barely miss
every time he see a n+gga been hit, he say, “swish” (hahahaha)
the semi clapped up
this for the n+ggas that violate parole
and say, “f+ck willing”, send me back up
i wanna pop something, every time i pick this mac up (brrrrt, brrrt)
the hardest n+ggas out, n+ggas that’s us
[verse 2: prodigy]
n+ggas tried to stop me for seventeen summers
but i been on these n+ggas’ necks for twenty+three summers
i’m infallible, impossible to knock me off
top of my game, they very soft; terry cloth
cotton+ball n+gga, i’m a blazing fire
i cook your flesh, and come test i, try your luck (come)
new york state n+ggas on these hardcore streets (yeah)
catch a quick case, put the hardcore beats on ’em (do it)
they on that trap sh+t, i’m on that b00by trap life
come at me, and you gon’ step on a land mine
these n+ggas stay running and my n+ggas stay chasing (get em n+ggas son)
they shooting by mistake, my shots calculated
’cause prior to the murder, i meditated
on post+release supervision, i still get it shaking
infamous reputation, ain’t no f+cking mystery (nah)
i’m current events, you hip+hop history (burn em)
boxes of red stripe, big ting of marijuan’
mind like farrahkan, heart like the taliban
you talk to me crazy, you dumb (what?)
i slap fire out you and bust your eardrum (done)
this is top+tier rap, we second to none (nuh uh)
your lil’ bars not strong enough to verse us

[outro: prodigy + sample]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
you know what i’m saying?
it’s that conway+prodigy sh+t
that new york state gangsta sh+t
[…]

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