Conway The Machine - Ameenah's Van lyrics
Conway the Machine [Demond Price] Buffalo, New York. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Conway The Machine - Ameenah's Van lyrics]
Yeah (yeah) you know (You know)
I'm just different, man (Just different, man)
I'm just different (I'm just different)
Yeah (yeah) uh (Uh)
Yeah
The streets needed this gospel
I said, "Don't worry, i got this"
Told my girl, "Just stay solid, " I promise
Just trust the process
Used to take Ameenah's van just so
I can go sell my projects (Remember that?)
Makin' sure I ate back when not
A dollar was in my pocket
Look all the shit I accomplished
With you as my accomplice
Niggas I thought was rockin' with me
They was pocket watchin'
(Them niggas was fraud)
You runnin' up your bag
But your family still ain't got shit (Huh?)
You bustin' down your watch
But your mama still in the projects
(Come on)
I guess they gon' need mе to lead by example
(Ha) usеd to stand on Burgard
Lettin' fiends get a sample
(Here, take this)
Fifteen, I got head from Jeannine in a bando
(Uh, huh) now I'm the king
Every beat gettin' beat up and trampled
(Talk to 'em) thirty in the magazine when I
Speed in the Lambo (Brr)
Shooter got his rag on
People think I'm with Rambo
(What up, nigga?)
If a nigga eager to scramble
I'm squeezin' this hammer (Uh, huh)
Givin' you jewels
Appreciate everything that I hand you
I hope you cherish everything that I
Leave you before I perish
When I'm no longer here in the
Physical but in the spirit
I tried to put my gun down
But now I gotta stay near it
Every night a dream's of me gettin' murdered
It's nightmarish
Paranoia'd up, that's why I grip my 40 up
Forty-one millimeter Presidential
Shit was forty plus (Shit was forty plus)
Got the throttle on me when I
Go to pick my shorty up
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
In case a nigga mad
He see my neck and wrist is watered up
(Talk to 'em)
Trust in Allah but still tie up
My camel up in the yard
Paranoid, tryna buy every hammer
I come across (Uh, huh)
From them days we was whippin' up
Grams in the mayo jar
To a number-one album, yeah, mama
You made a star
Still drivin' the latest car when
I'm ridin' through the ghetto, still
(Cap) i reached a position most of
You niggas never will (Ha)
Bet you don't know how fifty
Pointers in the bezel feel
Late in my thirties but I'm
A shooter like Melo still (Brr)
Swervin' the coupe, playin' Burden of Proof
Transparent in my music 'cause
You deservin' the truth
(You need the truth, right?)
I could get you murdered in the
Streets like I murder this booth
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Quarter mill' in jewelry on my neck, shit
I would wanna murder me too (A ha)
The Maybach burgundy, seats burgundy too
(Cap) i'm the illest in this shit
This is certainly proof
(This the proof, right?)
Yeah, Machine rappin' like a circuit is loose
(Woo) i just hope I left you inspired
When my verses is through (Talk to 'em) , uh
I just hope I left you inspired
When my verses is through
I just hope I left you inspired
When my verses is through
I just hope I left you inspired
When my verses is through
I just hope I left you inspired
When my verses is through
I'm just different, man (Just different, man)
I'm just different (I'm just different)
Yeah (yeah) uh (Uh)
Yeah
The streets needed this gospel
I said, "Don't worry, i got this"
Told my girl, "Just stay solid, " I promise
Just trust the process
Used to take Ameenah's van just so
I can go sell my projects (Remember that?)
Makin' sure I ate back when not
A dollar was in my pocket
Look all the shit I accomplished
With you as my accomplice
Niggas I thought was rockin' with me
They was pocket watchin'
(Them niggas was fraud)
You runnin' up your bag
But your family still ain't got shit (Huh?)
You bustin' down your watch
But your mama still in the projects
(Come on)
I guess they gon' need mе to lead by example
(Ha) usеd to stand on Burgard
Lettin' fiends get a sample
(Here, take this)
Fifteen, I got head from Jeannine in a bando
(Uh, huh) now I'm the king
Every beat gettin' beat up and trampled
(Talk to 'em) thirty in the magazine when I
Speed in the Lambo (Brr)
Shooter got his rag on
People think I'm with Rambo
(What up, nigga?)
If a nigga eager to scramble
I'm squeezin' this hammer (Uh, huh)
Givin' you jewels
Appreciate everything that I hand you
I hope you cherish everything that I
Leave you before I perish
When I'm no longer here in the
Physical but in the spirit
I tried to put my gun down
But now I gotta stay near it
Every night a dream's of me gettin' murdered
It's nightmarish
Paranoia'd up, that's why I grip my 40 up
Forty-one millimeter Presidential
Shit was forty plus (Shit was forty plus)
Got the throttle on me when I
Go to pick my shorty up
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
In case a nigga mad
He see my neck and wrist is watered up
(Talk to 'em)
Trust in Allah but still tie up
My camel up in the yard
Paranoid, tryna buy every hammer
I come across (Uh, huh)
From them days we was whippin' up
Grams in the mayo jar
To a number-one album, yeah, mama
You made a star
Still drivin' the latest car when
I'm ridin' through the ghetto, still
(Cap) i reached a position most of
You niggas never will (Ha)
Bet you don't know how fifty
Pointers in the bezel feel
Late in my thirties but I'm
A shooter like Melo still (Brr)
Swervin' the coupe, playin' Burden of Proof
Transparent in my music 'cause
You deservin' the truth
(You need the truth, right?)
I could get you murdered in the
Streets like I murder this booth
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Quarter mill' in jewelry on my neck, shit
I would wanna murder me too (A ha)
The Maybach burgundy, seats burgundy too
(Cap) i'm the illest in this shit
This is certainly proof
(This the proof, right?)
Yeah, Machine rappin' like a circuit is loose
(Woo) i just hope I left you inspired
When my verses is through (Talk to 'em) , uh
I just hope I left you inspired
When my verses is through
I just hope I left you inspired
When my verses is through
I just hope I left you inspired
When my verses is through
I just hope I left you inspired
When my verses is through