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Conway The Machine

Fire Squad

 

Fire Squad

(album: The Devil's Reject - 2015)


Yeah nigga
S.E. muh'fucking Gang nigga
You already know what it is nigga
Griselda nigga
Look

I ain't talking to one, I'm talking to all of you
Stay in your lane, I promise I will off you
Okay I'm sorry if I lost you
But this ain't what happened to Mike, these young niggas'll cross you
If I'm Mike and you Allen, scrap
Look what Mike did for the game and look where Allen at
I mean where the fuck is the talent at?
These niggas diss and I'm like where the fuck is the Talon at?
You think it's an indirect, I ain't name a nigga
Shooting at everybody, I ain't aiming nigga
I'll put you on the news, make you famous nigga
I'm undefeated but they hating like I'm [?], nigga
Revenge served better as a cold dish
Empty whole clip, leave his body cold stiff
In VIP, let the hoes sit
30 gold bottles, roll the whole zip
Million followers, you thinking she a cold bitch
Your WCW my old bitch
Bought a nine, front a nine, that's a whole split
Oh shit, I'm only 18 on my whole brick
Gotta give the credit when the credit's due
That's what you better do when a nigga better than you
Your head'll get lead in it from my revenue
Drop my new record, I'm selling it like the Legend Blue 11's
I'm a legend, you never going to put a hand on me
Without losin your fucking hand, homie
Caught a ki of sour for the band on me
I got it out of L.A. like D'Antoni
The kush good, but the sour special
Yellow diamonds all around the bezel
Don't compare me to these niggas on the bottom level
Lyrically I'm Kweli, you a Rowdy Rebel
It's funny how things change
I got shot in the head bitch, I seen pain
I'm homie from the SE Gang
I play my role just fucking your mommas like Ving Rhames
Supreme hoodie on, three chains
My bars hit you equivalent to RGIII knee pain
Aw fuck it, I'm 'bout to sling 'caine
Throwing powder around on my King James
I tried being modest
But you niggas can't fuck with me, fuck it let's be honest
But don't be mad at me that you niggas don't get acknowledged
Be mad at your homies nigga
They should've told you you garbage
You hear my flow, my nigga? My shit is polished
We can go song for song, I promise you'll get demolished
Me and you niggas never get along
My dick big and long, so it's fuck the world to a Biggie song

Yeah nigga
Aw man
This shit is funny to me man
Peon ass niggas man
I wish one of you niggas would
I'd smack a tooth out y'all niggas mouth man
Fuck be wrong with you niggas man?
And this at whoever man, whatever nigga
How you want it? When you want it nigga?
You already know how it go nigga

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