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Chanel Pearls Ft. Jill Scott
Conway the Machine
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Yeah, let me see that lighter
Uh
Cuttin' through in that Rolls
Draco on the seat, I hope I'm makin' it home
Head on a swivel, I always stay on my toes
The ones you love most wanna know what your safe really hold
No morals in the streets now, niggas breakin' the code
Smoke a blunt of pressure, this fame is takin' its toll
I'm thankful ain't no shows, I need a break from the road
Put niggas in position, they still ungrateful, it shows
It's fuckin' up my energy, shit is makin' me cold
My life a series of drama just like them HBO shows
When I die, I'm goin' out like the pharaoh, drape me in gold
I'm still gon' run this shit 'til I'm 80 years old
They realizin' lately, I'm the one that's been takin' control
Private table, Carbones when we leave Miami Beach
And I brought sand to beach, your kiss taste like a can of peaches
You got that shit on, you killin' 'em, that's just Annalise
You about to get away with murder, you my Annalise
Got you the bust down Carti', that's 30 bands at least
Chanel pearls, Chanel bag, hold that Lambo key
You always held me down, you knew me back when I ran the street
Back when if you wanted some weed then I was the man to see
Back when I was trappin' with a scale and some paraphernalia
Now when I'm buyin' drip, I get measured and tailored
My accomplishments, some of my day ones never was there for
I just realized they feel like my success is their failure
Yeah, you wanna be a boss, you be resilient when pressure gon' build up
Some niggas gon' have issues with you and never gon' tell you
We, we, uh (shit)
We fill the Buffalo night skies with our minds and sativa
I was your lady, your confidant, your sugar thighs, your sole believer
I know you (I know you), so I never trip
Fuck the little girls that you hit waiting for the change they might get
They wanted that high life from all the monster stones that you chip
All the little baggies you bag, and all the corners you sit
Intense, some would call it symbiotic
Different, and every part is simple intent
Why I fuck with you most was the you that I get
It was the rhymes that you spit, your confidence and the dick
While we stayed close, we wasn't monolithic
My lane taught you some game, you got me nice with a blick
In that apartment on May Street
You played Wu and Ella Fitzgerald, I read Nietzsche, you let me sleep
Woke me up with a big ass smile to eat some pussy
More than close, more than kinky, more than love, I know you feel me
Even in the Taliban
Pen in our hands, lyrical artisans
You'll never know the whole plan
You'll never know
Even in the Taliban
A pen in our hands, lyrical artisans
You'll never know the whole plan
You'll never know, know
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