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conway the machine - salute me lyrics

[intro]
stressed out like a muh’f-cka
leave me the f-ck alone, n-gga

[chorus]
i got my own problems on my brain, that’s why i’ve been getting high all day
i keep my gun on me, you think i’ma let some bullsh-t slide, no way
i don’t tolerate no disrespect, you watch yo’ mouth when you talking to a g, n-gga
go ahead think i’m playing wit’chu homie, i promise you motherf-cker gonna see
n-ggas better salute me
n-gga you better salute me, salute me
n-ggas better salute me
n-gga you better salute me, salute me

[verse 1]
blow a swisher with dread
i shoot the feds, but i’d rather pick a fifth up instead
and i’ve been on it like that, since i got bl1cked in my head
and i’ve been spitting like it’s a computer chip in my head
smell the sour aroma
every other hour the sour keeping me in n out of coma
made a hunnid thou without a diploma
standing on couches [?] blowing chronic like i’m was the owner
mention my name and 30 sh-lls pop
get a sh-ll in your top
30 bands n the jordan 12 rock
dmx said it’s dark and h-ll’s hot
get yourself shot
n-ggas wishing that i fell from the top
flew to cali and ship the sour back
time is money and u can’t get an hour back
had a minor setback but now i’m back
i’m riding round with the tommy in the ghost to get my power back
look, you lil n-ggas get in f-cking line
think you f-cking with me
n-gga you out your f-cking mind?
i mean, can’t you n-ggas see it’s my f-cking time
august alsina, is you n-ggas going f-cking blind?
any problem, then let’s address it
might slap yo momma to send a message
they reckless online and apologize in ya dms
’cause you know i’ma clap ’em, soon as i see ’em
i ain’t no rapper, i’m a god
my sh-t is cl-ssic
my sh-t is like a raw brick still in plastic
look, you need to cool it n-gga
you better act like you wanna keep your life before you lose it, n-gga
cause i will lose it, n-gga
i will throw all this sh-t away and have people saying i’m stupid, n-gga
this is homicide rap
heard these n-ggas wanted the drama, well i’ll provide that
and be with 10 lil n-ggas when i slide back
dirty dreads and .30’s, you thinking you in chiraq
i green-light it, the 2’s spray, its your doomsday
on a tuesday, while i sip on the d’ussé
b-tches love me like the old cool j
d squared tee, just don jordan 2’s and they cool grey
this for them n-ggas that really move ye
50 shots in the clip for n-ggas that’s thinking i do play

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