[Conway:] Please be advised, nobody iller than me and 'Zhi Last nigga thought he could fuck with me, made him eat his pride Keep in mind these raps I keep in mind, I don't read a rhyme I just see them lines in my head, I'm lyrically inclined (woo!) Spray the MAC shells ate his back, now you can see his spine Stating facts, I'm on it like that until I'm seeing time You ain't believe but you gon' see in time I'm It Was Written Nas, you can't shine You a gram, I'm a ki of China When you see me, boy, you see a giant I handle pressure like '03 LeBron and I ain't even seen my prime I ain't asking niggas for shit, my nigga we'll grind How my niggas burn down your trap and you won't see a dime We the kind of niggas that's tripping and squeeze an iron Leave a nigga lying where police'll find him with a piece of mind missing If a piece of mine's missing, I'ma turn this bitch to Vietnam Nobody did it like Benny, me and slime
[Elzhi:] Listen, El's vicious, well-wishers cause Chanel kisses While the shellfish is being served with lobster tail dishes For spitting sick, they asking, "Is he well?" After dinner, I stick a chick placenta then spin her like a dizzy spell I do not miss when I jot this I fill your storylines with cliffhangers and plot twists The boy's poisonous, pesticide I'm taking mines off top to let the rest divide The chain was took or your Lexus die So if I hopped in the Ghost, most of y'all'll feel possessed inside The next to blow in Mexico on my day off Or could I be in the Santa Fe loft I'm tryna screw you up and throw you way off I witness credit ripoffs, temporary layoffs And more straps than lingerie cloth Now my house is sitting where they play golf That's a different hole in one than one from a stolen gun They get you three strikes if you ain't bowling none I'm a product of low-income housing Crack vials in alleyways strung out thousands So any common man would get they crown snatched and what's attached, that's they diamonds ran That's they off to selling dreams in the promised land I keep Franklins that's Washington and Thomas man In my eyes you see the future like Nostradamus can You in the past, don't make me turn you into black history That like mystery, it's wack dissing me My nuts is too big like both rappers that back Mister Cee Hand off my sack from Cognac while I'm twisting tree At the airport in first class, chair boarding In the overhead's a Gucci bag full of rare Jordans To rock a show and pack the house like I was there hoarding Shock the world's wardens and repair all electric chair shortagesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
