Lloyd Banks, Conway The Machine - Menace lyrics

Yo, since my DOB, they knew I'd be a menace
Believe in me
Threw on my shades and S-O-X hat
Back on my Eazy-E i hit my number every time
And I'm rapping on PEDs
Made millions off MP3s, did that with a GED
You done fucked up all your handouts
Just back to your EBT
Top down on the Interstate
Make the back of the GT bleed
You never really did shit so
Your story's a easy read
I'm sharp as ever and get
To the Benjamins like Embiid
I'm a true boss, blue Porsche
Don't get too lost, new cause
My lil' nigga bangin', sеnd him
Knock your bitch ass roof off
Got these fools sick
Makin' it hard to ditch that flu cough
I'm rechargеd again, couple of
Mil' to get back, few tours
Splatters paint a picture
Shit been lookin' blurry on your end
The fuck I'm hangin' with ya?
You been seeking strangers for attention
Thought that fame would get ya
Went and did do magic
Kill your haters with the same elixir
Bankroll in this motherfucker, nigga

Nigga, add it to my legend
I'm back to drop another classic on you
And we all know what I'm reppin'
Southside is the section
Learn to keep it low
Mind your own if you go with no connection
Dawg, imagine how I'm steppin'
Loyal to my family every hour, minute, second
Nigga, add it to my legend
Came alone and leave alone
I had to learn my lesson

Yeah, you already know when they
Cut the ProTools on
I slaughter any production I
Gotta lay vocals on
Them old niggas didn't embrace a
Nigga with open arms
Fuck them niggas, they broke and I'm
Only focused on the bag, nigga
(Talk to them niggas)
Asked my young boy, "What you smokin' on?"
(What you smokin', fool?)
He say, "This just a pack of a dead opp"
(Ha ha haha) the back of your head drop from
This MAC when his lead pop (Brr, brr)
Made a couple million dollars from rappin'
The Feds watch
Like we actually still package and
Wrappin' on rap block (What?)
We just dropping back-to back and we
Back for your head top, nigga
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
When I'm on Dyckman
Bitches call the Machine "Big Papi"
And not the guy that bat for the Red Sox (Ah)
If you diss me in your song
You think I'm 'bout to respond
With a verse? Nah
I get you back with a headshot
(Boom, boom, boom)
Look, the comparisons is usually not wise
If you didn't cop pies, two
Of your top fives, machine
(Brr)

Nigga, add it to my legend
I'm back to droppin' another classic on you
And we all know what I'm reppin'
Southside is the section
Learn to keep it low
Mind your own if you go with no connection
Dawg, imagine how I'm steppin'
Loyal to my family every hour, minute, second
Nigga, add it to my legend
Came alone and leave alone
I had to learn my lesson

Yo, God gave me the gift of gab
Slick talked my way out a polygraph
I'm in my "catch a body" bag
Skin strong as Bacardi glass play 'round
Everyone gon' leave out with
Something like party bags pricy army tags
Weed hitting over a Ferrari dash
Just a sorry class
Ten toes watchin' the market crash
Wasn't no Target slash
Those stick around with no parking pass
Sticky palms of hash
Brown bag keys and apartment stash
It's only right I shine bright
Made it out of a darker past
Cracked the windows, let the heaters in
Always been superstitious
Ain't no way around the PTSD
From the cruel conditions
Everything is independent now
Droppin' on due permission
Probably learn a thing or two if you listen
My nigga your man a soldier
He'll holla back when the dance is over
Two middle fingers
Put "Fuck yous" up to the cancel culture
Can't stand a vulture
His sickening borders'll anecdote ya
The very moment shit hit, the plan is over
Boy

Nigga, add it to my legend
I'm back to droppin' another classic on you
And we all know what I'm reppin'
Southside is the section
Learn to keep it low
Mind your own if you go with no connection
Dawg, imagine how I'm steppin'
Loyal to my family every hour, minute, second
Nigga, add it to my legend
Came alone and leave alone
I had to learn my lesson