A$AP Twelvyy, Conway The Machine - New Amerika lyrics
Conway the Machine [Demond Price] Buffalo, New York. U.S. 🇺🇸
[A$AP Twelvyy, Conway The Machine - New Amerika lyrics]
Revolutionary fire
Get a trademark, a LLC man
Take account of yeah yeah, uh, yeah, yeah
Yeah, it's time, yeah
3D printed pistol but the bullets real
Corporations burning to the ground
This that new America, how good it feel
Bet my fallen soldiers would be proud
3D printed pistol but the bullets real
Corporations burning to the ground
This that new America, how good it feel
Bet my fallen soldiers would be proud
Empty out the city, venture to the hills
Index going down, we can't complete a deal
All the vaccinations and these little pills
Bracing on the highway
We can feel the thrill
All this fire on me like a fire drill
Ain't compliance homie, I could pot a field
I could drive the moment
Brother drive the wheel
Isthmus in my heart, word to Emmett Till
Various components, I supplied it real
Carry him my focus, I won't cop a feel
Married in the moment, watch the ceiling peel
World still spinning when I'm standing still
Seen a new beginning from the windowsill
Haha you see that man? Manifest your destiny
You see that? These people
Really out here working what you doing?
Wanna hold a meeting on the Zoom
Office building, fitting like the tomb
Pour a sea moss on my wounds
Black see or you watch it bloom
And celebrate the knowledge for the youth
Fortune 500 in my room
Tryna turn a zombie to a king
The money turn your mommy to a fiend
The science I'm applying to my dreams
These devils steady tucking on my wings
Cybernetics, we connected to machines
3D printed pistol but the bullets real
Corporations burning to the ground
Bitch that new America, how good it feel
Bet my fallen soldiers would be proud
I can't say for you bitch ass niggas
Go check this shit out, you ho ass niggas
Y'all niggas owe me any money, nigga
Bring that shit in all hundreds today
Look, rest in peace Yams
Shout out to Twelvyy
We came up from the bottom
Nigga now we wealthy so if you broke
It ain't nothing that you 'bout to tell me
Four grams in these Backwoods
You about to smell me
Connect in Cali hit my phone and
Said he bout to mail me
200 Ps to my bitch condo out in Chelsea
When I was broke
Niggas would cap like they was
'bout to help me
But I ain't buying none of that bullshit
They was 'bout to sell me
Chefin' the fish, I perfected it
When niggas couldn't cook, fucked up
Called me to rescue it
This only half of my money, bro
Where the rest of it
I don't wanna hear all of that extra shit
Ever since that bullet hit my
Neck and it stuck, it didn't exit it
I lit up my neck with all my necklaces
All VS in it the doors on the Tesla lift
I've been shot before but the tecca sit on my
Lap and that ratchet it got an extra clip
Fried lobster from lighthouse when
I be in Harlem
Double park the Range right in the front
I'mma eat it in Harlen
I got shooter on speed dial
I can easily call him
Fax rap, no cap rap, we squeezing regardless
3 racks for the red bottoms
I got at Nieman Marcus
Been a rapper with 3 16s, I'm Steven Austin
So let me know if it's gon' be a problem
K clapped the ring
So from now on call me A$AP Machine
Conway, bitch
Get a trademark, a LLC man
Take account of yeah yeah, uh, yeah, yeah
Yeah, it's time, yeah
3D printed pistol but the bullets real
Corporations burning to the ground
This that new America, how good it feel
Bet my fallen soldiers would be proud
3D printed pistol but the bullets real
Corporations burning to the ground
This that new America, how good it feel
Bet my fallen soldiers would be proud
Empty out the city, venture to the hills
Index going down, we can't complete a deal
All the vaccinations and these little pills
Bracing on the highway
We can feel the thrill
All this fire on me like a fire drill
Ain't compliance homie, I could pot a field
I could drive the moment
Brother drive the wheel
Isthmus in my heart, word to Emmett Till
Various components, I supplied it real
Carry him my focus, I won't cop a feel
Married in the moment, watch the ceiling peel
World still spinning when I'm standing still
Seen a new beginning from the windowsill
Haha you see that man? Manifest your destiny
You see that? These people
Really out here working what you doing?
Wanna hold a meeting on the Zoom
Office building, fitting like the tomb
Pour a sea moss on my wounds
Black see or you watch it bloom
And celebrate the knowledge for the youth
Fortune 500 in my room
Tryna turn a zombie to a king
The money turn your mommy to a fiend
The science I'm applying to my dreams
These devils steady tucking on my wings
Cybernetics, we connected to machines
3D printed pistol but the bullets real
Corporations burning to the ground
Bitch that new America, how good it feel
Bet my fallen soldiers would be proud
I can't say for you bitch ass niggas
Go check this shit out, you ho ass niggas
Y'all niggas owe me any money, nigga
Bring that shit in all hundreds today
Look, rest in peace Yams
Shout out to Twelvyy
We came up from the bottom
Nigga now we wealthy so if you broke
It ain't nothing that you 'bout to tell me
Four grams in these Backwoods
You about to smell me
Connect in Cali hit my phone and
Said he bout to mail me
200 Ps to my bitch condo out in Chelsea
When I was broke
Niggas would cap like they was
'bout to help me
But I ain't buying none of that bullshit
They was 'bout to sell me
Chefin' the fish, I perfected it
When niggas couldn't cook, fucked up
Called me to rescue it
This only half of my money, bro
Where the rest of it
I don't wanna hear all of that extra shit
Ever since that bullet hit my
Neck and it stuck, it didn't exit it
I lit up my neck with all my necklaces
All VS in it the doors on the Tesla lift
I've been shot before but the tecca sit on my
Lap and that ratchet it got an extra clip
Fried lobster from lighthouse when
I be in Harlem
Double park the Range right in the front
I'mma eat it in Harlen
I got shooter on speed dial
I can easily call him
Fax rap, no cap rap, we squeezing regardless
3 racks for the red bottoms
I got at Nieman Marcus
Been a rapper with 3 16s, I'm Steven Austin
So let me know if it's gon' be a problem
K clapped the ring
So from now on call me A$AP Machine
Conway, bitch