Conway The Machine - Salute Me lyrics

Conway the Machine [Demond Price] Buffalo, New York. U.S.

[Conway The Machine - Salute Me lyrics]

Yeah, man stressed out like a motherfucker
Leave me the fuck alone, nigga for real

Blow a Swisher with dread i shoot the feds
But I'd rather pick the fifth up instead
And I've been on it like that since
I got blicked in my head
And I've been spitting like it's a
Computer chip in my head (Woo)
Smell the sour aroma every other hour
The sour keeping me in and out of a coma
(yeah)
Made a hundred thou' without a diploma
Standing on the couches in Onyx blowing
Chronic like I was the owner
Mention my name and thirty shells pop
Get a shell in your top
Thirty bands and the Jordan 12s rock
DMX said, "It's dark and hell's hot"
Get yourself shot
Niggas wishing that I fell from the top
(Picture that, woo)
Flew to Cali and shipped the sour back (Huh?)
Time is money and you can't get an hour back
(Huh?) had a minor setback, but now I'm back
I'm riding 'round with the Tommy in the
Ghost to get my power back
Look, you lil' niggas get in fucking line
(Huh?) think you fucking with me, nigga
You out your fucking mind? (Huh?)
I mean, can't you niggas see that
It's my fucking time? August Alsina
Is you niggas going fucking blind?
Any problem, then let's address it (Come on)
Might smack your mama to send a message
(Huh?) they reckless online
Then apologize in your DM
'Cause you know I'ma clap 'em
Soon as I see 'em (For real)
I ain't no rapper, I'm a god
My shit is classic
My shit is like a raw brick still in plastic
(yeah) look, you need to cool it, nigga
You better act like you wanna keep
Your life before you lose it, nigga
(Woo) 'Cause I will lose it, nigga
I will throw all this shit away
And have people saying I'm stupid, nigga
Look, this is homicide rap
Heard these niggas wanted the drama, well
I'll provide that (yeah)
And be with ten lil' niggas when I slide back
Dirty dreads and thirties
You thinking you in Chiraq (Brrt)
I greenlight it, the tools spray
It's your doomsday
On a Tuesday while I sip on the D'USSÉ
(Drinkin')
Bitches love me like the old Cool J
D Squared tee
Just Don Jordan 2's and they cool grey (Woo)
This for them niggas that really move yay
Fifty shots in the clip for
Niggas thinking I do play (Brrt)

I got my own problems on my brain
That's why I've been getting high all day
(Smoking) i keep my gun on me, you
Think I'ma let some bullshit slide, no way
(Picture that, nigga)
I don't tolerate no disrespect
You watch your
Mouth when you talking to a G, nigga
(Watch your fucking mouth, nigga)
Go 'head, think I'm playing with
You, homie, I promise, motherfucker
You gon' see (Gon' see what it is, nigga)
Niggas better salute me (Real talk)
Nigga, you better salute me, salute me
(I ain't playing with you, nigga)
Niggas better salute me
Nigga, you better salute me, salute me
(Gon' learn today, nigga, yeah)

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