Left Lane Didon, Jay NiCE, Conway The Machine - AC Massacre lyrics

Left Lane peep
I'm a player of the highest order
Nigga my grind enormous
Tend to the money tree
Like the brightest florists
Neighborhood know who supply the order
A with my essay
Negotiating beside the border
Night ended when the day began
Baby dumper lay you flat on yourself
If he display the can
By God's grace I escaped the hand
To let my verse give birth to
The nations like Father Abraham
They say it's prickled but I say it's flam
My customer's fickle
They ain't paying in if they
Don't get the flamest grams
Every day the money changing hands
My little cousin got a dub in
VA and never changed the plan
And he a diamond, the archers real
He love pain cause they love shit
It's hard to feel i feel his pain 'cause I
Sat in the dark it'self
And wrote pain in Delaware
Tears, Pa's in jail, i'm ill
I swear boosters, death scarred me dog
Now my little brother got the cartridge on
We here
Like "See homie?", with his posture on
He hated me in 8th grade
I had the goggles on damn
Like eyes puffing, count coming soon
So we puff the ace
When they cut the halogens we
Gon' fluff the safe (Immobiliare)
Ain't nun-ting, nothing safe

Cut the tape, cover his face
We want the safe i don't know why these
Niggas is even rapping, slogs
All these actors and rats
I'm bout to trap them slogs
I had your friends asking questions
Like "What happened cuz?"
Just know we ever have a grudge
I'm coming out for blood
Just like Dracula does
My accountants adding up
And we subtracting the scrubs that
Ain't ever had no love
For a nigga, for my time, Lord forgive em
Kept my distance, quarantined
Formed a prison
In my mind I rewind, I really seen bricks
Stepped on white squares
We gave em that Billie Jean kick
Privately kill these geeks with the grip
Or I could flip and just blaze you on cam
I really mean that bagging up the Reject 2
Thinking me and Con can relate
I'm a reject too
We fresh, new, dropping VVS jewels
I never move for BS, I tell the BS move
(Immobiliare)

Little G keep his hammer tucked (He got it)
Uh, I green light it, he gon' blam you up
(You know what's up nigga)
Niggas gotta understand what I'm about
Choppers in the back in case the
Jacks ran through my house (Uh)
I'm treated like a king when
I land in the South 30 bottles
Let my shooters all stand on the couch
(Whoo) still get my hands on a
Thousand grams in a drought
Million dollar man, drop these stuffed
Bands in your mouth, whoa
(Ha ha haha) they love me like Cam when
I'm out in Carolina
I could have my dog cancel you out
(Finish it nigga)
Uh, tap dance on that brick (Huh)
Let it dry then bag it up and zips
Where I'm from, they got drums on the sticks
(brrrt)
OGs dressing like bums but they rich (Facts)
When they come, imma come with the fifth
(Huh) dumping till it sit back and
Ain't nothing in the clip, oh