Organized Mess Lyrics – Conway the Machine

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[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Yeah
You know? You know?
This s*it regular
N!ggas know by now
Look (Brr)

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
So many priors made your eyes swell (Uh-huh)
Reservoir dog, Harvey Keitel (Woo)
He got hit seven times, they found nine shell (Pah-pah-pah-pah-pah-pah-pah)
Dirty lawyer beat that case like he Kleinfeld (Okay)

Million-dollar thoughts, my mind filled (Talk to ’em)
Coming at me, pu*sy, you walking through a minefield (Talk to ’em)
I know you b!tch n!ggas’ll tell quicker than time will (Grrah)
Fiend hit that clean face, look like he bit a lime pill (Woo)
Yeah, smoking his rocks out a Fanta can (Haha)
Oversized Balenciaga look like Hammer pants (Drip)
Shooting at your feet make you Hammer dance (Brr, brr)
Brodie blammed the can, shoot everything, that’s my cameraman (Ah)
Where I’m from, you get shot, you drive yourself to the ‘spital, n!gga
You don’t wait for the ambulance (Talk to these n!ggas, king)
Damn, you should’ve never come (Uh-huh)
My run is never done
Louis kicks eleven hun’
This the life the cheddar brung

[Verse 2: KNDRX & Conway the Machine]
It ain’t nothing for a boss to get rich (Get rich)
It ain’t nothing for your boss to get hit (Get you hit, n!gga)
Sometimes you gotta boss up on a b!tch (On a b!tch)
Sometimes you gotta take a loss to get rich (Talk to ’em)
Sometimes you gotta go broke to get fixed (To get fixed)
Sometimes you gotta cut throats and take risks (Uh-huh)
Sometimes you gotta lay low and stack chips (Yeah, yeah)
If you don’t never take the shot, you can’t miss (Ah)
How many rings? I know that Jordan had six (How many he had?)

Sometimes life is just an organized mess (Woo)
Before I ever had more, I had less (I had less)
When I ain’t even had s*it, I had stress (Uh, I was stressed out)
Gotta do the work to cash checks (Uh-huh)
You want it all when you down to your last breath, yeah

[Outro: Conway the Machine]
Conway the Machine, Alchemist
Cory Kendrix, ah
Drumwork s*it, b!tch
You know the motherfu*king vibes, n!gga
We richer than all you n!ggas
We the real n!ggas, n!gga
That’s why we stand out, n!gga
Y’all n!ggas still tryna fit in
You know what I mean?
Fu*k you and them other n!ggas
Can I get a doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot?
Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot
Can I get a talk to ’em?
Talk to ’em