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Been Through

Conway the Machine, Big Ghost Ltd
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Yo Yo Uh, yo Uh, yo New drop, we goin' fishin', nigga You reach a certain level, don't wanna deal with niggas, uh Load up the gats, let's go and kill them niggas Let's take over they block, we in the buildin', nigga Fuck all that petty change, let's get these millions, nigga Ten toes on my block, where I'm from, I'm the illest nigga, uh Moms was out smokin', I was home alone Ain't have a phone, now I'm rich, rockin' Comme des Garçons, uh God'll bless the child that could hold his own No cable, wasn't able, I put together poems, uh I didn't read the Bible, but I wrote the Psalms, uh I didn't rock the J's, but I had the Foams, uh I ain't had nothin' but a heart of gold It was kinda tough before we cracked the code, uh We ain't had no jobs 'cause it was crack we sold Told on his own man, man, that nigga bold This is dirty, choppin' grams, I had to use a bowl, uh We still livin' in hell 'cause we ain't sold our soul Cook up on a hot plate 'cause we ain't have a stove, uh That nigga had a issue, so we wiped his nose They don't know what I been through All this gangster shit I'm into Four deep, ridin' in a Benzo Two gats hangin' out the window They don't know what I been through All this gangster shit I'm into Four deep, ridin' in a Benzo Two gats hangin' out the window Look, so far, it's been a solid year I told my niggas, "Let's keep doin' shit that got us here," yeah VVS, the big solitaire Twenty bands for one earring and I got the pair Neck lookin' like I sell a lot of squares These other niggas' jewelry kit cannot compare They say, "Machine, since you got in, shit has not been fair" Said I'ma run this shit until I'm in my rockin' chair I'm from Buffalo, New York, ain't had too many options there Trap house kitchens, just a couple dirty pots in there Niggas get out of pocket, then you shot to fear And if you lose, you come back later and the block get air I whip a brick up several ways, we was sellin' yays Out that backseat window, my MAC-11 spray Niggas mention my name, I ain't never phased 'Cause I'm makin' the kinda money they ain't never made, ah They don't know what I been through All this gangster shit I'm into Four deep, ridin' in a Benzo Two gats hangin' out the window They don't know what I been through All this gangster shit I'm into Four deep, ridin' in a Benzo Two gats hangin' out the window