S.E. Gang Lyrics – Conway The Machine
Griselda
Yeah
*** you cook up a brick to
*** paradise, *** (They know who the illest *** doin’ this ***)
Look
I pulled up in that wraith, the interior on some red and white *** (Hah)
This for them niggas still eatin’ while duckin’ Fed indictments
Backwood full of pressure, with Melec, I needed Dread’s enlightenment (Roll up)
I get through whatever crisis, I used to peddle white *** (Talk to ’em)
Yeah, told the connect I need some better prices
I cashed out on eleven twice, it’s like my bread is righteous (My bread is good, papi)
You violate, you put your head in vice grip
If it’s smoke, no, we can’t rectify ***, we shoot FNs ’til you dead and lifeless (Brr)
Plug sent a box, I told him expedite it
I just opened up another trap, you see how many jobs I just provided? (Hahahahaha)
You not a boss, homie, you just a sidekick
Step inside, it’s Machine, niggas start buggin’ out, my *** on some pesticide *** (Pssh, pssh, pssh)
Couple niggas died from your set, but you ain’t never slidin’
I’m just warmin’ up, I’m merely excersizin’
And I just decided (Hah), I’m the new king of this ***, feel I’m the best since ’96 (Woo)
Used to have no electric, now my shows electrifyin’ (Hah)
Niggas postin’ all these cars, don’t post no paperwork (What that paperwork, ***?)
I’m from May Block, that’s how you know my Draco work (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Niggas get shitbagged, zipper on stomach, staple work (Hold that, ***)
We already know you ***, so we gon’ raise your skirt (You ***, ***)
My young *** *** taste like Sprite, she said, “Obey your thirst” (Hahahahaha)
I act a fool in that *** like it’s April 1st (I beat that ***)
Back on that Nash *** and not the one that played with Dirk (Big Nash)
I do the shootin’, before rap, I sold yayo first (Brr), Machine, ***
I stayed alert, my gang down to tangle, bangers put stains on shirts (Brr)
You ain’t a shooter, ***, you Ben Simmons, the J don’t work (Uh-huh)
With the Draco, I’m like Jose Canseco, the way I played in dirt
I made it work (***), before I slid home, I lined the bases first
Shame on her, can’t compare bags with my *** if it ain’t no Birk’ (That ain’t it)
This ain’t no smirk, rap niggas call me Mr. Make-You-Change-Your-Verse
Was in both lanes ’til I jumped out the *** game, but maintained the perks
Angels perched on project buildings where killers get halos earned (Damn)
Top execs know what my label worth, my name next to my date of birth
On the contract, cost seven figures, but eight with merch (Money)
Before your record deal, you was gangster first? Ain’t no way on Earth (***)
Parade and lurk in Hellcats and Trackhawks like we playin’ Dirt
After we snatch a piece of this game by doin’ *** classically
On behalf of me, it’s gon’ be murals by Mirò Napoli
Off a half a key, I live lavishly, money came rapidly (Real *** though, real ***)
When the *** fiends come and spend cash with me, they call me “Your Majesty”
In prison, was the youngest (Youngest), that’s how I did it, I learned the business from the hustlers
Crazy (I did), I knew the most, but still, I was the humblest
I talk heavy ***, ***, get a plunger (Hahahaha)
You don’t know *** about countin’ a quarter mil’ in hundreds, gettin’ a feelin’ in your stomach
Feel like Lebron in Miami, tryna bring one home for the family (For family)
I did it, but had to leave to come back to do it, but y’all don’t hear me (You don’t hear me)
Better tell them niggas, this time I’m ready, Gucci with Kevlar in it (I’m ready this time, ***)
You ***’ punks won’t get another run until Griselda finish, the Butcher
Ayo, my *** said he just seen fifteen with the stamp (Ah)
My only thought was, “We ain’t over there yet” (True story)
Without that PSI, we ain’t bool at all (Uh-uh)
So what, he out with his family, ***? Shoot ’em all (Brr, ah, shoot ’em all)
Shoot ’em all (Brr, ah, shoot ’em all), shoot ’em all (Ah, shoot ’em all)
The kids walk in the door, ***’ shoot ’em all (Brr, ah, shoot ’em all)
We took his whole locker, had him under pressure (Ah)
They just offered my *** thirty, not a second lesser (Ah)
We buried Shay and Kutter got knocked the same day (Free Kutter)
So when it come to a *** ***, I don’t play (Uh-huh)
Two hundred rounds (Brr), ***, you know the name (Brr)
S to the E, ***, you know the gang (You know the gang)
Everybody with me locked and loaded (Boom, boom, boom)
My OG just came home, that *** money-moded (Ah)
Balsa wood, it wasn’t good, but I resold it (I resold it)
You lookin’ good in the foreign ’til they repo’d it (Skrrt, ’til they repo’d it)
Me and Shots had just built, I told him, “Keep goin'” (Keep goin’)
Niggas hopin’ I fall off, they better keep hopin’ (*** them niggas)
***, I should’ve smoked (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, should’ve smoked)
***, I should’ve smoked (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, should’ve smoked)