Nu Devils Lyrics by Conway the Machine ft. G Herbo
I don’t know what it is
Blessings keep comin’ in, ***, I don’t know what it is (I don’t know)
But I ain’t sendin’ no rescue boat, ***, you burnt the bridge
I don’t want you to die yet, *** ***, need you to live (I need you here)
I need you to be around long enough to watch me do it big, *** (Haha)
Yeah, ayy, I don’t know what it is (Yeah)
These niggas so ***, they don’t ever stand on what they did (Stand on it)
Grandma said God do (araabMUZIK), but my heart never forgives (Never)
Uh, I don’t know what it is
Had the wolves on that *** in New York like I’m Coach Thibs (Ah)
Jumpin’ out your bushes soon as they get the drop where you live
Bro opened up, fire burnin’ a *** right in front of his kids
No cap, I paid for like three hats like I’m at Lids (Woo), ayy
You wanna be Jordan?
Might gotta punch a teammate in the face (Ah), that *** important (Huh?)
I wanna win more than niggas, you see how I’m recordin’
Hoppin’ out the AMG, Louis V Timbs more than your mortgage (***, ayy, talk to ’em)
Flawless (Huh?), my neck and wrist is a faucet (Cap)
Told lil’ bro on tour with me, had three warrants (Three?)
More niggas hatin’ on me while I get bags in that’s enormous (Ha)
I just skate past (Huh?), Cartier crash (Woo)
My lil’ *** straight bad (Bad), I’ll slap on that fake ass (Fat)
My goons’ll straight spazz (Spazz), not who you wanna make mad (Uh-uh)
Respect is everything, we G-checkin’ everything (Everything)
Y’all on that Magic Johnson ***, y’all let the fake pass (Uh-huh)
Me, I’m quick to straight crashout, like *** my break pass, uh (Talk to these niggas, king)
But now my time consumed with getting this money
I planted me a seed, now my eyes is gloomin’ (Ah)
Niggas still try to undermine my influence
But what those other guys was doin’ before I arrived to do this (Haha)
Rest in peace Clark Kent, he told these niggas I was the truest (Rest in peace, my ***)
Look (Look)
I don’t know what it is (Huh?)
These *** niggas just wanna take from me, they don’t never give
Back-to-back Rolls-Royce trucks when I’m pulling up at Liv (You see me)
‘Bout to go back, *** me a rap *** *** like I’m Diggs, *** (Ha)
Yeah, I don’t know what it is
These niggas still broke, I see they stomach touchin’ they ribs
Free [?], free Kutter, free [?], walkin’ down, they big
Honey bun in the duffel bag for they make it back to the crib (Free my niggas)
I don’t know what it is
Yeah, uh, G Herbo, Conway the Machine
Man, let me show you how to—
How this *** go, where you flowin’ with a rap god
How iron sharpen iron (Let’s get it)
I don’t know what it is about niggas
How they player hate and doubt niggas
How they sneak diss and clout chase, see ’em, gotta slap the *** out niggas
But *** ’em, I’m gettin’ my riches (You know that)
I was sixteen with six figures
I wass trappin’, been ’bout business
Move weight, I been ’bout fitness
And I’m still locked in with the killers
At 21, bust down a M with my hitters
I was thuggin’ ever since I was little
You don’t pick a side, get stuck in the middle
Got no love for suckers and snitches
Can’t come on this side, *** don’t even fit us (Uh-uh)
Four Glock 23s in the VIP, anyone tweak in here, we’ll switch ’em (Grrt)
Wave B-Y-E when he D-I-E ’cause the ARP ain’t missin (Never)
I ain’t never once shot from a distance (Never)
Put that smoke in the air like an incense
When it’s war, ain’t nobody innocent
Up the score real quick, *** instant
Street niggas turn ***, I seen it
Four nick’ make demons Christian
But back to this cake, I missed it (I missed it)
I’m a millionaire straight out the trenches (Swerve)
Get paid ’til I die, no pension
Scored a touchdown, fourth and inches
Niggas *** ridin’ from the benches (*** ’em)
Why they always so defensive? (*** ’em)
I ignore ’em, but I feel that tension
Done *** for them that I won’t mention
Swerve, they know I’m the biggest (Biggest)
I’m the one let you get your shine on even though I’m the littest
I own my masters and my mixes, put a Rolls-Royce on sixes (For real)
I pop out daily in fits 10K, and I don’t wanna take no pictures
My father had two Benzes back when niggas was ridin’ spinners
Two decades later, got ten whips, some I only drive in winter (Only in the winter)
I pray God let my broski in, although he died a sinner
Guess I’ll repent for both our sins ’cause I was slidin’ with him, yeah (MUZIK)
No bap
Come on
They thought I was done, I’m right back in this *** (I ain’t done yet)
Like Cube and Epps, I’m ’bout my Benjamins
Spent and M and ducked two sentences
Hit the ‘Raq, linked up with menaces
New deal worth thirty mill’, at thirty, I’m tryna touch a 50 clip (Relentless)
Mama said don’t tell my business, but I gotta keep you niggas hip (Gotta keep you niggas hip)
Still tote some *** with a rubber grip, so mind your ***’ lip
On my strip, we militant, post up like Darko Miličić
Here I am, since 2016, I’m still killin’ *** (Uh)
Two of my backends, a hundred grand, I’m ’bout to spend this ***
Told my blood, “Take a quarter ticket, go and make it flip” (Flip that)
I got bored, hit the dealership and copped another whip (Nyoom)
Every load five hundred bowls, I started from a zip
Ain’t no player celebratin’ wins until we get a ‘ship (A championship)
I got comfortable, started to slip, I had to get a grip
I don’t wanna eat my ***’ chips until I get some dip
Some of that Griselda ***, they be like, they talk that shirt
They feel like 1994 boom bap hip-hop
I literally would beg for them not to change their sound
‘Cause they’ve opened the door for boom bap rap again
And I hope that they leave the door open
They talk, yo, Conway, talks, talks
Conway is vicious, I love them dudes, I do
