Conway The Machine, Jill Scott - Chanel Pearls lyrics

Yeah, let me see that lighter uh

Cuttin' through in that Rolls
Draco on the seat, I hope I'm makin' it home
Head on a swivel, I always stay on my toes
The ones you love most wanna know
What your safe really hold
No morals in the streets now
Niggas breakin' the code
Smoke a blunt of pressure
This fame is takin' it's toll
I'm thankful ain't no shows
I need a break from the road
Put niggas in position
They still ungrateful, it shows
It's fuckin' up my energy
Shit is makin' me cold
My life a series of drama
Just like them HBO shows
When I die, I'm goin' out like the pharaoh
Drape me in gold
I'm still gon' run this shit
Until I'm eighty years old
They realizin' lately
I'm the one that's been takin' control
Private table
Carbones when we leave Miami Beach
And I brought sand to beach
Your kiss taste like a can of peaches
You got that shit on you, you killin' them
That's just Annalise
You about to get away with murder
You my Annalise
Got you the bust down Carti'
That's thirty bands at least
Chanel pearls, Chanel bag hold that Lambo key
You always held me down
You knew me back when I ran the street
Back when if you wanted some weed then
I was the man to see
Back when I was trappin' with
A scale and some paraphernalia
Now when I'm buyin' drip
I get measured and tailored
My accomplishments some of my day
Ones never was there for
I just realized they feel like
My success is their failure
Yeah, you wanna be a boss
You be resilient when pressure gon' build up
Some niggas gon' have issues with you
And never gon' tell you shit

We, we, uh we fill the Buffalo night skies
With our minds and sativa
I was your lady, your
Confidant, your sugar thighs
Your sole believer
I know you, so I never trip
Fuck the lil' girls that you hit
Waitin' for the change they might get
They wanted that high life from all
The monster stones that you chip
All the lil' baggies you bag
And all the corners you sit
Intense, some would call it symbiotic
Different, and every part is simple intent
Why I fuck with you most was
The you that I get
It was the rhymes that you spit
Your confidence and the dick
While we stayed close, we wasn't monolithic
My lane taught you some game
You got me nice with a blick
In that apartment on May Street
You played Wu and Ella
Fitzgerald, I read Nietzsche
You let me sleep woke me up with a big ass
Smile to eat some pussy
More than close, more than
Kinky, more than love, i know you feel me

Even in the Taliban
A pen in our hands, lyrical artisans
You'll never know the whole plan
You'll never know even in the Taliban
A pen in our hands, lyrical artisans
You'll never know the whole plan
You'll never know, no