Conway The Machine - The Vision ((Freestyle)) lyrics
Conway the Machine [Demond Price] Buffalo, New York. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Conway The Machine - The Vision Freestyle lyrics]
Look, they don't wanna see me winnin' at all
They don't wanna see my crooked
Smile grinnin' at all
They don't want me in Bal Harbour
Spendin' ten in the mall
Got hit with a few shells but
They ain't finish me off
Paralyzed a nigga face up and twisted my jaw
I'm still the illest, still killin'
Still spittin' the raw
Write about the shit I did or
The shit that I saw
I was really in the streets
You ain't live it at all
You ain't never come to the hood
You ain't visit at all
You ain't have to say rest in
Peace 'cause your nigga was gone
Only time you bust your gun is
When you get on a song
I got the scope on the rifle
I can hit 'em from long
Yeah, Westside said, "keep killin' 'em
I employ you
Kill everything and make it hard
For them to ignore you"
Listen to New York radio
Bet the shit bore you
They playin' all the corny niggas
Like the shit normal
It's crazy, niggas can paint they nails
Niggas dress like bitches and
The shit still sells
Beads in they dreads and
Dyin they hair colours
I hit you with this gauge
You fly in the air, fucker
I'm from a city where you die if you stare
Fucker
I'ma be rider until I get the chair, fuck it
Wrist watches glisten
I learn from OGs, instead of runnin' my mouth
I would just sit watch and listen
I quick pop the clip in
And we get the shit poppin'
And get to clippin' niggas like Chris
Doc and Griffin you get hit in your top 'til
Your shit drop in liquid, uhh
A straight hollow hit your bitch
Top and lift it griselda by Fashion Rebels
Bitch I'm a misfit
The streets say I remind 'em
Of Chris Wallace mix with
Sean Price and Sigel, my shit polished listen
The jewels in every bar you just gotta listen
My family never had shit
I switched our condition
I'm 'bout to get my momma a
Big pot to piss in
Used to get the yay' and use
The big pot to whip it
Ziplock it, then I use my
Bitch pot to pitch it, haha
They don't wanna see my crooked
Smile grinnin' at all
They don't want me in Bal Harbour
Spendin' ten in the mall
Got hit with a few shells but
They ain't finish me off
Paralyzed a nigga face up and twisted my jaw
I'm still the illest, still killin'
Still spittin' the raw
Write about the shit I did or
The shit that I saw
I was really in the streets
You ain't live it at all
You ain't never come to the hood
You ain't visit at all
You ain't have to say rest in
Peace 'cause your nigga was gone
Only time you bust your gun is
When you get on a song
I got the scope on the rifle
I can hit 'em from long
Yeah, Westside said, "keep killin' 'em
I employ you
Kill everything and make it hard
For them to ignore you"
Listen to New York radio
Bet the shit bore you
They playin' all the corny niggas
Like the shit normal
It's crazy, niggas can paint they nails
Niggas dress like bitches and
The shit still sells
Beads in they dreads and
Dyin they hair colours
I hit you with this gauge
You fly in the air, fucker
I'm from a city where you die if you stare
Fucker
I'ma be rider until I get the chair, fuck it
Wrist watches glisten
I learn from OGs, instead of runnin' my mouth
I would just sit watch and listen
I quick pop the clip in
And we get the shit poppin'
And get to clippin' niggas like Chris
Doc and Griffin you get hit in your top 'til
Your shit drop in liquid, uhh
A straight hollow hit your bitch
Top and lift it griselda by Fashion Rebels
Bitch I'm a misfit
The streets say I remind 'em
Of Chris Wallace mix with
Sean Price and Sigel, my shit polished listen
The jewels in every bar you just gotta listen
My family never had shit
I switched our condition
I'm 'bout to get my momma a
Big pot to piss in
Used to get the yay' and use
The big pot to whip it
Ziplock it, then I use my
Bitch pot to pitch it, haha