Conway The Machine, Rick Ross, Lil Wayne - Tear Gas lyrics

He's one of us now yeah, nigga
I'm a legend griselda
Look

I'm just tryna keep my head above the water 
(Hah) , my feet on solid ground
Post traumatic stress disorder got me
Smokin' out a pound
Heard a nigga say he gon' do something to me
 how that sound? Anybody get out of bounds
Shots gon' come and knock him down
(Boom boom boom)
Probably won't get my flowers while
I can smell 'em
It's gon' take my untimely demise 'fore
They realize I was a legend
I can see the shit now
Everybody postin' they pictures
With a caption to make people think
You really was my nigga
Told my mama don't let them
Fuck niggas in my funeral
Bury me in my jewels so niggas
Know my life was beautiful (Hah)
Illest to write it
All challengers are invited (Uh, huh)
They all was inspired by that
Feeling that I provided (Talk to 'em)
Book of Conway, I'm far from my final chapter
(Uh, huh)
Retired trapper, my idols wasn't no rappers
(Not at all)
Uh, race to the top and I'm drivin' faster
(Vroom)
Yeah, run the bag up then retire after
(Ha ha haha)
From kilograms to an astute businessman
Gave my nigga life
I know it hit him on that prison van (Pff)
You don't know the feeling of
Never seein' your kid again
And it's a Russell Wilson type
Nigga raisin' your lil' man
Real shit, I know the feeling
Ain't seen my son in a minute (Nah)
BM don't answer for me, so fuck her
I'm in my feelings (Fuck her)
I talk it 'cause I live it
Don't give a fuck 'bout no image
And I'm just gettin' started
My story is far from finished
My lil' brother just came
Home from doin' time (Shots)
Put a bankroll in his pocket 'cause
I love to see him fly (Uh, huh)
VS on his neck even if I gotta give him mine
And my bro don't owe me shit 'cause
I just wanna see him shine real shit

There for me when I got shot, them niggas
Wasn't there for me, uh
(They wasn't there)
They wasn't there for me (Uh)
When I needed you most
You wasn't there for me
(Where you was at then?)
I feel like they scared of me
(yeah, they scared)
And I just got a bag and another bag (Bag)
I just got a bag and another bag (Big bag)
Now I'm in my bag and I
Bet they probably scared of me

Yeah, yeah
And I just got a bag and another bag, yeah
Yeah
I just got a bag and another bag, yeah, yeah
Now I'm in my bag and
I bet them niggas petrified
Too terrified to testify, you get terrorized
That's death-defyin', dissect the guy
Body parts can't be specified
Set on fire, by his dental work
He get identified
His bitch gotta come and verify
The revolution will be televised
I'm 'bout to binge watch
Fuck her on Zoom and let her friends watch
That's that free dope, no cap
No syringe top, killin' pussy
The dick need tear drops
Tell the opps send a pin drop
I'll be there in ten tops
Clip full like an inbox
Shoot you in your AirPods
I'd like to thank my plug at this time
I cannot forget slime
It's a thin line, it's Weezy and Con
Catch us on the incline
Up, up in thin air, so high
Sometimes my throne feel like a wheelchair
I'm half dead as it is, flag red as it is
Bad breaks on my temper
Don't add weight to my temple
Them bitches, they follow me
Like a drag race, start your engine
Say you're in your bag, nigga
Your bag's a smaller fittin'
Niggas scared of me, I'ma cook 'em
Who wants some chicken? Water

M-M-M, M-M-Maybach Music

I'm on the balcony
I listen to the birds chirp
Two hundred acres
Lemme show you what my words worth
My women vintage
Incentives come with the service
Regurgitate all the bitches
Who really worthless
My bitch position come with
The pensions and purses i'm talkin' Benzes
Balmain and all of the Birkins
Young niggas beefin'
We bust 'em down in their verses
Contact the killers when shooters
Begin to surface you niggas slaughtered
Your daughters attendin' sermons
I'm in the Cullinan callin' shots
I'm the colonel my diamonds sparkle
Models caught up in the turmoil
I keep the guns and the
Drugs just for the paranoia m-M-M