Conway The Machine, Rome Streetz - Soulja Boy lyrics

Would you read us a bedtime story?
Passed me the pistol
Bam, I look through the door
I see like three, four niggas
Conductor, Conductor, Conductor yeah
Yuh, Check, Ayo

Being fucked up for years locked in
The box is not the goal
I figured out the flip
I turned a pot of piss to pot of gold
(I did) life a gamble like a dice
Roll at the Bellagio i got the glow
Big bottom hoes wanna top me
Slow and buy me shit
Like I'm Kenny Red, my life phenomenal
Still the same screwfaced youth that
Pull a nine on you
My name ring from east to wеst
Like a line of longitude thе dope dirty
Cut with Fent he died off of a line of food
Garbage dudes couldn't shine my shoes
Always knew it'd speak volumes when you come
Up crazy off making silent moves
Jail was hell
Somehow I found heaven in the solitude
Kept a scalpel, number 11
Fronting them ox’ing you living rapid
Mommy told me "Slow down"
Like chopped and screwed
On the road to riches
Keep a four pound for obstacles
In the inner pocket of my mobster suit
Where I'm from a bum'll kill you over
A crumb and not lots of loot
The homie told me "Stay off
50" like it's '04
Even the smartest niggas tryna know more
Wisen up nigga died with his eyes open
He wasn't live enough my bitch bad as fuck
By the smoking and still'll line you up
Like the ruler
Mind on money making maneuvers
Never make the news again
My legal shooter'll do ya
The Ruger spit fire like King Koopa
You niggas losers power kiss the ring
I got this rap thing in the stoop'

Yo, Billy in the back seem hype
I let him hold the toy
He hopped out wylin'
Shooting crazy like Soulja Boy
Got him in the frame, snapped shots
Not a Polaroid
Thousand words I never said to the pigs
Keep it closed for sure
Yo, Billy in the back seem hype
I let him hold the toy
He hopped out wylin'
Shooting crazy like Soulja Boy
Got him in the frame, snapped shots
Not a Polaroid
Thousand words I never said to the pigs
Keep it closed for sure

Yeah
Them niggas pussy, they some hoes for sure
This grown man business
Little nigga close the door (fuck off)
Os to snort leave noses sore
No Fenty in the bricks
The whole load was pure
Yeah, seven figures what I grossed from tours
Buffalo nigga
Got a feeling like the old New York
Sent lawyer money to the bro
He gotta go to court tryna give him seven
He got knocked with a pole before
I can look at you and tell you
Never sold a brick in your life
And we know you soft
You ain't living the shit that you write
You so timid
It's like who even considered you nice?
Stop that nigga
Twenty bands and I do tricks on the dice
Uh, Clase Azul, I mix with the Sprite
Head from two bitches, same time
That's the shit that I like
Uh, my future just like my vision
It's bright i know it gotta suck
You niggas live a miserable life
I ain't friendly with these rap niggas
I ain't missing polite
I ain't gon' give you advice
Imma watch your soul leave your body
When I dig in my knife
FN kiss 'em goodnight, nigga that's light
Machine

Someone comes up and says something
Like "I am a God"
Everybody says "Who does he think he is?"
I just told you who I thought I was, a God