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Conway the Machine
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Blood gurgling at the back of his throat
The smell of gunpowder suffocates his nose
Echoes of screams clinging to life
But he will never leave, came back like it's prophecy
Roberto Cavalli drenched in Burberry trenches
Immaculate in Prada boots
Tom Ford florals, double-breasted suits
Send a message to him, through his beloved auntie
Left blood on her lace doilies
It'll be weeks before they find her body
And I'm lookin' like the goddess of beauty
Getting fed white grapes by a shorty named Ruby
I'm fingering her - as he kisses her on the neck
She is our bird's nest, I ask for her by request
The night gets wet, spontaneous shootouts
Bring out the heat in the chilly Buffalo streets
Line bodies all over the concrete
This is what happens when Keisha Plum meets the Machine (the Machine)
Smokin' weed by the pound, the devil's playground
Burnt mahogany, truffle oils, Persian caviar
The bullets left artwork in his skin, beautiful scars, yeah
God don't make mistakes
God don't make mistakes
God don't make mistakes
God don't make mistakes
Uh, zipper on stomach, that's mad stitches, young mothers, crack addictions
Young - father never present, dad was missin'
Young kings pack the jail, pack the prison, come home, go back to prison
Bad decisions, bad position, judges over-sentence, that's the system, crack the system
Dirty cops, police stations, old cases, probation
Parole boards with dirty lawyers, uh, yeah
Public schools underpaid, teachers miseducation
Race discrimination, a job application
Trap house, 12-12, bags, plates and razors
Not Jesus Christ, .45 is my savior, yeah
Bell's palsy, bullet scars, foreign cars
Celestial beings align with the stars, ah
Look what I became
I went from king to a god
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