Conway The Machine, Keisha Plum - Babas lyrics
Conway the Machine [Demond Price] Buffalo, New York. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Conway The Machine, Keisha Plum - Babas lyrics]
The smell of gunpowder suffocates his nose
Echoes of screams clingin' to life
But he will never leave
Came back like it's prophecy
Roberto Cavalli drenched in Burberry trenches
Immaculate in Prada boots
Tom Ford florals, double breasted suit's
Send a message to him
Through his beloved auntie
Left blood on her lace doilies
It'll be weeks before they find her body
And I'm lookin' like the goddess of beauty
Gettin' fed white grapes by
A shorty named Ruby
I'm fingerin' her pussy as he
Kisses her on the neck
She is our bird's nest
I ask for her by request
The night gets wet, spontaneous shootouts
Niggas bring out the heat in
The chilly Buffalo streets
Line bodies all over the concrete
This is what happens when Keisha
Plum meets the Machine
Smokin' weed by the pound
The devil's playground
Burnt mahogany, truffle oils, Persian caviar
The bullets left artwork in
His skin, beautiful scars, yeah
God Don’t Make Mistakes
God Don’t Make Mistakes
God Don’t Make Mistakes
God Don’t Make Mistakes
Uh, zipper on stomach, that’s
Mad stitches, young mothers
Crack addictions
Young nigga's father never present
Dad was missin'
Young kings pack the jail, pack
The prison, come home, go back to prison
Bad decisions, bad position, judges
Over-sentence, that's the system
Crack the system
Dirty cops, police stations, old cases
Probation
Parole boards with dirty lawyers, uh, yeah
Public schools underpaid
Teachers miseducation
Race discrimination, fuck a job application
Trap house, twelve-twelve, bags
Plates and razors
Not Jesus Christ, forty-five is my savior
Yeah bells Palsy, bullet scars, foreign cars
Celestial beings align with the stars, aw
Look what I became i went from king to a god