Conway The Machine, Westside Gunn - The Cow lyrics

You know, it's good to let your anger out
And let love in, ha ha, and, uh
Heh ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ah heh, heh
I think it's good to
That if you can put anger on a picture
Instead of smacking someone in the face
It's a lot safer griselda

Roll the Swisher, get high
Free the homies behind the wall
Free my niggas inside
All them niggas that died
Rest in peace to my niggas
I hope they live in the sky
Pour out some liquor
Load your fifth up for your niggas and ride
For your niggas that got hit
Bad and didn't survive
Sometimes I feel like
I'm the realest nigga alive
Since we was kicking doors
Four niggas divvying pie
They ain't believe me when I told
Niggas the city was mines
Now look at me though, Buffalo nigga
But did records with Kool G though
Necklace is two kilos
Remember when the Feds gave
Fifteen to cousin Tito
Me and Papp was right there
He took it like a G though
That's a real nigga, that's a fact
When I came home from doing two
He gave me a half ounce and a rack
And said, "You don't owe me shit
Just put the city on the map"
That was eleven years ago and
Now I'm doing just that
Ask my baby momma how much I
Cried when Machine Gun died
When I pulled up and seen
That yellow tape outside
Had me ready to grab the
Stick and go apes outside
I never found out who did it
That shit ate my pride, i swear
Heh, but maybe that was a sign
Maybe God ain't want me killing
Them niggas and doing time
Maybe God wanted me here to
Kill 'em with the rhyme
Maybe that was part of his plan
And part of the design
I don't know, I'm not religious
All I know is I'm viciously gifted
When I script and then it's
Strictly for my niggas (woo)
I might shed a tear listening to this shit
Pop the Spade cork like, "Machine Gun
We did it" damn, who would've known my
Crew would've blown?
Every verse is verse of the year
Shit is proven and shown
I needed West and Daringer
I couldn't do it alone
'Member that fuck nigga pulled
Up using his chrome hit the back of my head
And neck, I should've died, nigga
I feel like my nigga Dunce kept me alive
Nigga slapping my face like, "Bruh
Open your eyes, nigga"
Shaking my head like, "Fuck
That, you can't die, nigga"
Only real shit what I provide, nigga
I wrote this shit with the tears in my eyes
Nigga
Now they gotta consider me top five, nigga
You hearing my shit, is you surprised, nigga?
You know what's funny, I wanted to quit
After I got shot in my head
I seen my face like
"I'm done with this shit" (It's over)
Trying to spit my verses
And mumbling and shit
Face twisted up looking ugly and shit
That Bell's Palsy had me looking
Like I had a stroke
But every bar raw like a slab of coke
And them same niggas that laugh and joke
Is doing bad and broke, and
Everything I drop is classic, dope
This the realest shit in my pad I wrote
This the realest shit that I wrote

Ayo, pulled the MAC out the Stone Island
Dope piling
My nigga doing fifty in the mountains
Posing in Gosha, I do it for the culture
Mastermind, braggadocious
You all soda, we in the kitchen like vultures
Bucket hat gator on Lacoste
Big ass Ace need two bitches to pour it
Hopped in a four door 'Gatti and floored it
A nigga gorgeous, rice pilaf and swordfish
This Warhol portrait's been more sick
Stella McCartney feeling me, pardon me
The brass get drenched, draggin'
On the marble, i'm awful
Stash cracks in his mouth, he had a jaw full
Jazz Just Dons in the mosque
In the cell, prayer rugs for the lost
These niggas wanna hang me on the cross
Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar
Walking over water, I can touch the stars
Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar

I know that the kids beneath me
They're visionaries, before their time
I don't revolt against anything
The only thing that I work
Against is the fact
That no one told me that I
Could do this as a job
So the rest of my career is like
Showing kids
Like, yeah, you can do it too, like
There is no wall
You know, it's a generation of us
And I think
The one thing that brings us together
Is that we just want to push culture forward