Conway The Machine, Jannique “Nique” Heard - Courtside lyrics

Suddenly, the smell of chlorine has
Been replaced by that pungent
That I'm getting so used to there, off the
Coca leaf and, bizarrely
It has become an acquired smell

Look, you niggas couldn't fuck with
Me on your best day
I just dropped a fresh plate
Niggas knew it's classic before
They pressed play (Hah)
Rockin' the Richard Mille with the wet face
You rap niggas been playin' checkers, nigga
This is chess play (Woo)
Kilo cuban necklace got my neck laced
Park in the underground garage
At Barclays when i go watch the Nets play
(Hah) i drop classic after classic, bitch
Check my success rate
I'm battin' a hundred, nigga
The Mookie Betts way
(Hah) , just wait 'til my next tape
I just ordered my next Wraith
Niggas get wrong as tech play (Brr)
TEC spray, send you to God and tell
You "Have a blessed day" (Boom boom boom)
Let's make a toast, pop a cork on a fresh Ace
I ascended to the top at
A Kamikaze fighter jet pace (Hah)
I could front you a brick
But I come with a stick when
I come to collect pay (Where my bread at?)
The day you play with my money
Will be your death day (Picture that)
Five hundred Ps in the mail
They gon' touch down the next day
We gotta eat
(We gotta eat, hahaha, yeah, nigga, Machine)

Yeah, this for my niggas on
The yard, ratchet on 'em, doin' pullups
(Doin' pull-ups) yeah, yeah, yeah ah
(Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom)
This for the niggas in the
Hood, ratchet on 'em, they gon' pull up
(Gon' pull up) yeah, yeah, yeah ah
(Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom)

I keep ChineGun in mind when I pen rhymes
Good shit, slime, I barely even pen rhymes
(Hah)
But check the paperwork, it's in my name
Bet you that Benz mines (Talk to 'em)
Even when I ain't got a shooter with me
Bet you my bitch'll stab you ten times
(Ha ha haha)
You fuck niggas better get in line
Bro, you told like three
Hundred and fifty vinyls
How you think you big time?
(That ain't nothin', nigga)
I know niggas behind the wall
That's doin' big time every other day
Five hundred diamonds on the incline
(yeah, nigga) i call the mechanic
That's my shooter when it's wrench time
Took my bag from the tour to the connect
I didn't spend mine (Not at all)
I don't know if it's hate or jealousy
But I know that between both
It's a thin line
But regardless, fuck them niggas
I keep a big nine
(Boom boom boom boom boom boom)

Yeah, this for my niggas on
The yard, ratchet on 'em, doin' pullups
(Doin' pull-ups) yeah, yeah, yeah ah
(Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom)
This for the niggas in the
Hood, ratchet on 'em, they gon' pull up
(Gon' pull up) yeah, yeah, yeah ah
(Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom)
Yeah, yeah, yeah ah yeah, yeah, yeah ah