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Curtis May
Conway the Machine; Ghostface Killah; Styles P
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Yeah, uh-huh
We back at it again, baby
Ayo, do me a favor, yo' shut those blinds
Count this money over here, yeah
Yo, yo, where that wine at? (Yeah)
I need that Sequoia Grove and shit, ya heard?
Yap City for life, this how we dive in, alright?
Check this fly shit, let's go
We made it work over a baby stove
Flights to Saint Lucia, hid the coke in the baby clothes
Crushed ecstasy stuffed in the lining of bibs
Your head mounted in the walls of the crib
All we do is sit back and laugh, crack beers
Hang my keys on your face, sittin' next to a deer
My new porn star in your earth, I casted her
Let her wear my jewelry after we fuck, they was callin' her Africa
Shanell, when she was bringin' me fruit, learned my vernacular
Stalks throw on the cape like Dracula
Cris Carter, Sidney Poitier, 1942, bust a lil' .38
I asked God to forgive me, I hopped over a pearly gate
Played the soundtrack of my life, he set the record straight
Had niggas out there robbin' for that purple taste
Chains got snatched, grills got ripped, tripled the murder rate
These raps is like painkillers, taken on empty stomachs
Every line was prescribed to just bang niggas
Nah, might as well hang niggas
A verse swap, come again if it's great business
These raps is like painkillers, taken on empty stomachs
Every line was prescribed to just bang niggas
Nah, might as well hang niggas
A verse swap, come again if it's great business
Yeah, another twin ghost experience
Trinity ghost from the top point of the pyramid
Meaning I'm aligned with the stars (I'm aligned)
Got body and got soul, divine with the bars
The streets was a nigga's office
Patek matchin' the British walkers
That deal too small, make a bigger offer
Off the porch to a Porsche, I need bigger portions
More than one Ghost, well, that's a double ghost
Violate, it's holes in your bubble coat
Mob ties, mob lies
Connected with niggas that used to smoke and think
My clientele supreme
Ashamed that I left the Deen for the triple beam
But nowadays, I'm livin' clean
Know I'm gettin' cream from givin' niggas they green (it's Ghost)
These raps is like painkillers, taken on empty stomachs
Every line was prescribed to just bang niggas
Nah, might as well hang niggas
A verse swap, come again if it's great business
These raps is like painkillers, taken on empty stomachs
Every line was prescribed to just bang niggas
Nah, might as well hang niggas
A verse swap, come again if it's great business
Up the hammer to the cross, I'm nailin' 'em
And if my man try to jam me in a case like Lil Durk, I Melly 'em (Brr)
Backshot then I'm mailin' 'em (talk to 'em)
Excuse me, fam, the Wally's fuchsia and tan, I'm peanut butter and jelly 'em
Raisin' hell in that jail, ask my new celly where the hell he from
Now they look at my life and see how well he done
I'm not a star, I'm just a guy that's always takin' shit too far
Shoot out the back of a car
Uh, rollin' my own chronic in my cigar
We all gotta be honest, kindness to God
If a nigga play with us then his problems promised to God
He on the receivin' end of a lot of bodily scars
I'm pushin' a new Mercedes-Benz without a license
I'm Heisenberg with the rice and my words is decisive
Bricks of white shit over there where that rice is
And in a minute, I'ma be the richest and the nicest
These raps is like painkillers, taken on empty stomachs
Every line was prescribed to just bang niggas
Nah, might as well hang niggas
A verse swap, come again if it's great business
These raps is like painkillers, taken on empty stomachs
Every line was prescribed to just bang niggas
Nah, might as well hang niggas
A verse swap, come again if it's great business
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