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ransom, conway the machine & v don - limitless lyrics

[intro: conway the machine]
yeah, yeah
n+ggas can’t f+ck with me, n+gga (brr+brr)
you know, n+ggas in rare form
gettin’ real money, real bags, n+gga
real k!ller sh+t, n+gga

[verse 1: conway the machine]
uh, gun in my jeans, eleven+hun’ for those pants
but i ain’t changin’ my clothes ’til i’m done with those o’s (haha)
i done ran up a stupid bag right under your nose (haha)
need another truck for the summer, i wanna go rolls
my n+gga from memphis got real cheddars (real bags)
that n+gga eight in tennessee, real leathers
they say i’m one of the best, but i still don’t get real credit (ha)
hope them n+ggas added more layers to their lil’ verses (boom)
if it’s somethin’, we’ll address it, hope you gettin’ the message
it’s a big difference between the big pun’s and lil x’s (haha)
yeah, big run leave real messes (brr)
ladies seen his brain splattered, it made her throw up her breakfast
we k!llers, but gettin’ this money my real preference
remember scr+pin’ the bowl, tryin’ to get the lil’ extras (whip up)
we gon’ slide, we gon’ spin (ha)
motherf+cker, we gon’ score (brr), we gon’ win (boom, boom, boom, boom)
drumwork, b+tch (boom, boom, boom, boom)
[interlude: ransom]
ah, these n+ggas got to read the room, man, haha
ayo, don, machine
let’s give ’em that chaos

[verse 2: ransom]
climbin’ this ladder of success (yes)
while people are tryin’ to swipe at your heels
and shake the base of the ladder, i’m just embracin’ the data (yeah)
downloadin’ every critique, whisper, hatin’ or chatter
these words for you backstabbers’ll chip the blades of your daggers
yeah, the vivid rage of a pastor
retire a school book and they’ll lift this page in the rafters
when will a slave get to dig a grave for his master?
go father when you inherit the wicked ways of a b+st+rd (woo)
play ball with the devil and gently you’ll cross over (yeah)
soon as i found war (uh+huh), they sent me a lost soldier (d+mn)
my thoughts sayin’ (what?), “why be friendly? the lord knows you”
not a scam (nah), every time that i envy, it’s for closure
d+mn (d+mn), what a floor to have
one of my attributes, i ignore the past
but when i was hungry, i hit your door and dash
stomp in this h+ll, so we gon’ finish this (yeah)
everythin’ i do, i do it past the point of limitless

- ransom conway the machine v don lyrics

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