Conway The Machine - Spoons House lyrics
Conway the Machine [Demond Price] Buffalo, New York. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Conway The Machine - Spoons House lyrics]
Yeah, uh let me talk my shit again
Yeah
You now listenin' to the greatest
(DrumWork, nigga)
Motherfuckers can't beat us (Hah)
We spray heaters out of Bimmers (Brr)
Niggas got rich off the
Blender and the eggbeater (Whip up)
I don't bang, but my brother bang red
He a demon
Got the bandana around the handle of a sket
(Uh, huh)
Uh, I'd die for my family and my respect
My Cuban weigh a kilogram around my neck
(Talk to 'em) and I got two of those
Don't get filled up with bullet holes
Who would've known wе'd make it to this
Point? I was just cookin' Os
You see the way I'm cookin' up this beat
I'm just as good on stovеs (Uh, huh)
Rappin' wishin' one day I'd be good as HOV
(One day)
But still I'm the nigga they be lookin' over
I whip a brick
I put the soda just to push it over
Whip the Cullinans
Let the baby mamas push the Rovers
(That's for you, baby)
Know a nigga that got cooked at Lenovo's
That's why them niggas be
Shook to approach us
(Boom boom boom boom boom boom)
Yeah, cop designer kicks like
They white forces (Cash)
Niggas kicked the homie door
He lost a light fortune
(It was light, though)
I dabbled in white like I'm White Boy Rich
Powder in every corner of the trap like
(Talk to 'em)
My nigga smoked his own cousin
They gave him life for it
Nigga stole three hundred racks
So he put out his lights for it (Brr)
Yeah, this run that I'm on is quite historic
(Ha ha haha) the way I been on fire lately
I can ignite a forest (Hah)
I didn't read the contracts
I was blinded by loyalty
Thought we was equal
Whole time niggas tryna get more than me
(Pssh) and I was still wavin' that
Flag and still grindin' accordingly
Now tell me what rapper you know that
Want this shit more than me? (Huh?)
I still remember them days
When I couldn't walk
Bullet in my neck, face paralyzed
I couldn't talk recorded Reject 2
Was like a bullet in the dark
We went from that to Billboard Top 200
Who would've thought?
Rappers like me only come one in a generation
(Talk to 'em) you should applaud me more
I overcame my situation
They seen the Bells Palsy
Thought it would be limitations
Remember me and West would travel to New York
To go to offices and talk about our
Album and listen and play it
They said it was too many samples
This shit wouldn't make it
We stuck to the basics, yeah
They was mistaken
Got the billboard outside their office now
They still gotta look in our faces
(Ha ha haha)
Yeah, now you witnessin' greatness
Remember Spoon's house
Recordin' my shit in the basement (Woo)
Now my shit on your playlist
Now every whip is a spaceship
All my chicks look amazing
Now my wrist full of glaciers
Foul line trips, I'ma make it, yeah
(Talk your shit, king)
That's how foul I get in my pages, wild out
Flip when I'm angered
Wild out, shit can get dangerous
Now every bitch think I'm famous how about
Trips out of town with the stainless (Brr)
Machine you know the fuckin' vibes, nigga
DrumWork, you know my gun work
You know what's up
You know what's up when you
See them trucks pullin' up, nigga
Yeah
You now listenin' to the greatest
(DrumWork, nigga)
Motherfuckers can't beat us (Hah)
We spray heaters out of Bimmers (Brr)
Niggas got rich off the
Blender and the eggbeater (Whip up)
I don't bang, but my brother bang red
He a demon
Got the bandana around the handle of a sket
(Uh, huh)
Uh, I'd die for my family and my respect
My Cuban weigh a kilogram around my neck
(Talk to 'em) and I got two of those
Don't get filled up with bullet holes
Who would've known wе'd make it to this
Point? I was just cookin' Os
You see the way I'm cookin' up this beat
I'm just as good on stovеs (Uh, huh)
Rappin' wishin' one day I'd be good as HOV
(One day)
But still I'm the nigga they be lookin' over
I whip a brick
I put the soda just to push it over
Whip the Cullinans
Let the baby mamas push the Rovers
(That's for you, baby)
Know a nigga that got cooked at Lenovo's
That's why them niggas be
Shook to approach us
(Boom boom boom boom boom boom)
Yeah, cop designer kicks like
They white forces (Cash)
Niggas kicked the homie door
He lost a light fortune
(It was light, though)
I dabbled in white like I'm White Boy Rich
Powder in every corner of the trap like
(Talk to 'em)
My nigga smoked his own cousin
They gave him life for it
Nigga stole three hundred racks
So he put out his lights for it (Brr)
Yeah, this run that I'm on is quite historic
(Ha ha haha) the way I been on fire lately
I can ignite a forest (Hah)
I didn't read the contracts
I was blinded by loyalty
Thought we was equal
Whole time niggas tryna get more than me
(Pssh) and I was still wavin' that
Flag and still grindin' accordingly
Now tell me what rapper you know that
Want this shit more than me? (Huh?)
I still remember them days
When I couldn't walk
Bullet in my neck, face paralyzed
I couldn't talk recorded Reject 2
Was like a bullet in the dark
We went from that to Billboard Top 200
Who would've thought?
Rappers like me only come one in a generation
(Talk to 'em) you should applaud me more
I overcame my situation
They seen the Bells Palsy
Thought it would be limitations
Remember me and West would travel to New York
To go to offices and talk about our
Album and listen and play it
They said it was too many samples
This shit wouldn't make it
We stuck to the basics, yeah
They was mistaken
Got the billboard outside their office now
They still gotta look in our faces
(Ha ha haha)
Yeah, now you witnessin' greatness
Remember Spoon's house
Recordin' my shit in the basement (Woo)
Now my shit on your playlist
Now every whip is a spaceship
All my chicks look amazing
Now my wrist full of glaciers
Foul line trips, I'ma make it, yeah
(Talk your shit, king)
That's how foul I get in my pages, wild out
Flip when I'm angered
Wild out, shit can get dangerous
Now every bitch think I'm famous how about
Trips out of town with the stainless (Brr)
Machine you know the fuckin' vibes, nigga
DrumWork, you know my gun work
You know what's up
You know what's up when you
See them trucks pullin' up, nigga