You know what the fuck going on nigga Conway the machine, bitch 2.25.22 nigga The mixtape before the album Y'know what I'm saying? 'Bout to fuck these niggas up real quick Fuck the streets up Let niggas know what's popping man Y'know what I mean? Niggas not fucking with me Niggas not fucking with this Drumwork shit It's a new chapter, it's a new day Everything new, nigga Everything new, new jewellery, new money New life, new blessings, nigga Let's go DJ T
Look I'm a different man but still the same G Different animal but still the same beast Take a look what I became, I became grief Smoking on this strain, hoping this pain cease Remember when they tried to write me off Bullet stuck in my neck, tryna walk on my own, hoping I don't fall Then I proved niggas wrong, they thought my light was gone I'm shining more, still not satisfied, I still desire more I'm a different man but still the same G Different animal but still the same beast Take a look what I became, I became grief Smoking on this strain, hoping this pain cease Remember when they tried to write me off Bullet stuck in my neck, tryna walk on my own, hoping I don't fall Then I proved niggas wrong, they thought my light was gone I'm shining more, still not satisfied, I still desire more It's Drumwork, I know they pray my empire fall Go 'head and count me out, that fuel my fire more I beat the hating undertones in your dialogue You niggas lucky I don't just fire off Gotta remember me and these niggas ain't similar 'Bought to drop my new shit and change the temperature Drop my album, February to fuck the winter up And I built the company to pull my niggas up I changed the way that I do business up I feel like this music business stuff been making me more sinister Can't let them people keep getting the lion's share When it's time to split the percentage up They own the masses when they get the signature When they can't make no more money off you, get rid of ya People act like they invented us You ain't make this nigga Put that on my mom, I'm a monster Pay for everything out my pocket, no sponsor, that's on my Aunt Lana I conjure entendres got me grammy nomi-nated I was on Donda, nigga, Kanye my partner PJ to the Ranch to hear Conway go bonkers All the glory be to God 'cause I prosper They get more treacherous the higher you climb up Recorded this two years from the day we lost Mamba May he rest in peace I just want some piece of rest before I rest in pieces I just want a piece of mind 'cause I've been stressed for weeks Need to talk to my therapist, I feel depressed and weak Smoking this pressure back to back so I can get some sleep But I know it's still plateaus that I have yet to reach Imma etch this shit in stone with my next release This beat just got me in my zone, nigga let me preach Yeah, let me give these niggas the gospel Jigga told me "Don't worry, nigga I got you" I never gave up even when it seemed impossible Hope I showed you, you can do anything you put your mind to MachineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
