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Conway The Machine

Grace

 

Grace

(album: La Maquina - 2021)


Uh, yeah

And eternally, we rise like we live in the skies (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
You see me, homie, we don't live in disguise (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
To get your blessings, I advise, just a word from the wise
To say your grace (Say your grace), say your grace, say your grace (Woo-ooh)
And eternally, we rise like we live in the skies (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
You see me, homie, we don't live in disguise (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
To get your blessings, I advise, just a word from the wise
To say your grace (Say your grace), say your grace, say your grace (Woo-ooh)

Look, I'm locked in so I ain't have to find a zone (Uh-huh)
Ever since me and Con had connected like a spinal bone (What?)
Things have aligned properly (What?), with no need for chiropractic practice
See, we back in this bitch, I'm in survival mode (Let's go)
The heat was on before shit was clicking like I was lighting stoves (What?)
At times, I turned deaf to my craft, I had my sight withdrawn
Struggled like climbing Everest, never quit it, I'm hiking on (Let's get it)
Emphatic when pen and padding, like books and matches I be striking on (What?)
Unabomber shit, I can type a bomb and cause a mass evacuation (Come on)
Of weak rappers up out the building, I know they couldn't surpass my greatness (What?)
Shit was foul, never technically got my shot until now and so I'm here to take it (Let's get it)
My levels ISS, I'm near the spaceships
Some had loved it, some had judged it, some had feared and hate this
I always kept my pace so my spirit can never break (Talk that talk)
When opportunity comes knocking right at your door
You can't answer it with no hesitation (Nah)
I'm on my toes, I'm moving gracious like a featherweight, and (Let's go)
I know precisely that it's my time, I don't do no estimations, nigga
I ain't got no time for no shakiness (Nah)
If you know someone that's down and out, then you should play 'em this
And tell 'em keep they patience (Keep it)
And I promise God'll bring him everything they pray for, I'm an example of it (What?)
When you know it's your time, you gotta take it
At some point, you gotta mask and glove it, let's get it

And eternally, we rise like we live in the skies (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
You see me, homie, we don't live in disguise (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
To get your blessings, I advise, just a word from the wise
To say your grace (Say your grace), say your grace, say your grace (Woo-ooh)
And eternally, we rise like we live in the skies (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
You see me, homie, we don't live in disguise (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
To get your blessings, I advise, just a word from the wise (Yeah, look)
To say your grace (Say your grace), say your grace, say your grace (Woo-ooh)

From the trenches where they let the Draco dump out
Young niggas wetting shit broad day while the sun out (Brr)
Police jump out on us, they guns out
I just hide my bomb on the side of the bando, go hand-in-hand until I run out
Get in any cypher and let a drum out
And dumb out, had to show DMCs I run house (Hahahaha)
Shot three times, was in that driver's seat slumped out
'Member the doctor saying, "Your rapping career is done now"
I was depressed, living at unc' house
Sleeping on his front couch, tryna beat this game of life
It's hard as beating Tyson on Tyson's Punch-Out (Hah)
But I'm still clocked in, I'm not gon' punch out, look all the classics I pump out (Talk to 'em)
When me and Gunn recorded Hall N Nash at Monk house
Bell's Palsy my face, so obviously, I had some doubts
But I wanted to make history, nigga, I ain't want clout
So I kept spitting like missing teeth in a drunk's mouth (Hah)
Yeah, I was tryna recover from my shooting (Hah)
I wasn't really fucking with this music
Then my brother hit me too, and said, "Fuck it, bro, let's do this
Me and you killing shit that Monk and Daringer producin'"
Had my injuries, but I ain't want no sympathy from it
Just wanna tell my story, hope the world remember me from it
And every since, I been killing beats like it's my enemy
Literally, I'm the nigga you can't lyrically fuck with, nigga

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