Conway The Machine, DJ Muggs - Black Spoons lyrics

Assassins yeah, uh
Look

My mind carry this info
I share with a pencil (Talk to 'em)
Assassins i used to stare out my window
See my older homie 19
And he steerin' the Benzo
Niggas don't play ball, sellin' raw
They apparently into
You see me wearin' this Kenzo hat
You know I did what I been through
They sick I'm gettin' money
Clearly resentful (They mad)
It's spooky, nigga
The shit I spit is very suspenseful (Hah)
My bars give you the fear of God, bitch
I'm Jerry Lorenzo (Ha ha haha)
Ah, spin through your area, air the extendo
(Brr) i recorded this FOOD 4 in a day
It was simple
Most of you rap niggas is washed
Your career's in a limbo you hatin', man
All of these jewels that I wear to offend you
(See my jewels)
Real hustler, I got three phones
Refrigerator broke, it ain’t no ice
Leave that cold water in the sink on
Uh rockin' that brick, got my Dior pink on
(Talk to 'em) uh, rockin' that shit
I don't got nothing cheap on (O oh)
You know what we on, pistol whip that nigga
Broke his cheekbone
Shot him on Doat and Bailey, they
Found his body on Keystone, uh
(Boom) gunpowder residue all on my VLONE, ha
Write pain like a shot in
Your right knee bone (Ha)
Yeah, you rap about bricks but you broke
That don't even out (Talk to 'em)
Give my youngin a blick
He gon' shoot up your people house
(Brr, brr)
I live everything that I sing about
Been through some shit that I
Really can't speak about
I have a fuck nigga whacked
For a cheap amount
I fuck them hoes on IG that you dream about
I'll call up Kutter, he gon'
Bring that steamer out
Iron on waist so they get every wrinkle out
Fuck is you thinkin' 'bout?
Thirty shots ringin' out, ah
(Brr, brr, brr)

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