Big Ghost LTD, Conway The Machine - Bricks to Murals lyrics

Part I: Bricks

You say you got a gun
You need to go for that shit 
(You better get that)
'Cause I ain't goin' for shit (yeah)
I got a stick with a drum and
A beam and a scope on that bitch  (Brr)
Yeah, I ain't goin' for shit, nigga
(I ain't goin' for it) gettin' street money
I really sold that brick
We eatin', nigga, you know what it is, pussy
I know I fucked her last
Night, but in public
I don't know that bitch (Hah)
I don't know that bitch
(I don't know her, yeah)

Niggas ain't set the street on
Fire like I did (Uh, uh)
The way I'm rhymin' remind 'em


Of Ready to Die, big
(Cap) pop a nigga, put that on my kids
Sometimes when you kill a nigga you
Love, you stand over him, close his eyelids
(Close his eyes)
I only rap what I lived, don't fuck with me
You'd rather commit suicide and dive
Off a high bridge (Hah, ah, ah)
Eatin' raw oysters and fried squid (Uh, huh)
Even in Canada
I became a champion like Kawhi did (Hah)
These the streets
You either gon' get a bullet scar
Or twenty years in the prison yard
On the pull up bar (Talk to 'em)
Look, you know it's a foreign
When I pull a car like JAY-Z
I'm good on any Malcolm X Boulevard
(I'm good everywhere, nigga)
Yeah, I was in the trenches
We was pushin' hard
Then I got in this rap shit and I took it far
(I took it far, nigga)
Every tape a classic and full of bars (Hah)
Scope on the stick, call me Brett Favre
I can throw a bullet far (Brr)
GxFR on the plates when I'm pullin' off
(Uh, huh) shady, Roc Nation
They wanna know how I pull it off
(How I did that?)
They tried to ride the wave
Now I'm watchin' them pussy niggas starve
(Ha ha ha)
You need a hundred K just to book the squad
White Maybach, peanut butter seats
I'm breezin' by in (Vroom)
No security
Just a shooter that love to squeeze his iron
(Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Talk that gangster shit in your raps
People ain't even buy it (Cap)
Pussy, you stay away from beef
You on a vegan diet, ah
(Ha ha haha)

You say you got a gun
You need to go for that shit
(You better get that)
'Cause I ain't goin' for shit (yeah)
I got a stick with a drum and a
Beam and a scope on that bitch (Brr)
Yeah, I ain't goin' for shit, nigga
(I ain't goin' for it) gettin' street money
I really sold that brick
We eatin', nigga, you know what it is, pussy
I know I fucked her last
Night, but in public
I don't know that bitch (Hah)
I don't know that bitch
(I don't know you, nigga)

Part I I: Murals

Look, Versace boxers in my Kith robe (Cap)
Cookin' up a whole square on this bitch stove
(Whip up) her pussy good
But that bitch nose could sniff Os
But I ain't trippin' 'cause I just
Got in a big load (Sniff)
Huh, Rollie on the wrist bone
That shit froze (Uh, huh)
VS stones be hittin' hard like Klit'schko
Skitzo, ride with the big pole
The stick fold (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Drum on that bitch like fifty shots
Is what the clips hold (Hah)
Yeah, been gettin' money since
The flip phones (Uh, huh)
Every time that shit ring, another brick sold
(Another brick, nigga)
Shocks just got out the brick home
Take him to Saks to get clothes
(Go shoppin', nigga)
And let him fuck one of my thick hoes
(Go ahead, fuck that bitch)
Still hold a chopper, I let it explode (Cap)
I'm bipolar like Busta Bus, I flip mode
(Ha ha haha)
It's rules to this street shit, nigga
It's cold you know how this shit goes (Brr)
Haha, Machine, bitch

So if I gotta tell anybody anything
That's goin' through that shit
Man, stay down, man, keep fightin'
You know what I'm sayin'
What's your disadvantage, make that
Shit your advantage
You know what I'm sayin'
I hated that I got shot in the head
And my shit all twisted and all that
But all I did was just flip that
Shit and made it to a brand
Now them hoodies is a thousand dollars
My vinyl they paintin' murals in Japan
In Australia, and Europe
And all over the place of my face now