Nu Devils Lyrics – Conway the Machine

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[Intro]
Mmmmmm, aaah

[Chorus: Conway the Machine]
Uh, I don't know what it is
Blessings keep coming in, s*it, I don't know what it is
But I ain't sending no rescue boat, you ain't worth the risk
I don't want you to die yet, fu*k, need you to live (I need you here)
I need you to be around long enough to watch me do it big

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Ayy, I don't know what it is
These so pu*sy they don't ever stand on what they did
Grandma said God do, but my heart never forgives (Never)
I don't know what it is
(??) on that bulls*it in New-York
Jumping out yo' bushes soon as they get to dropping where you live
(??) opened up, fire burning right in front of his kids
No cap, I paid for, like, three hats, like I'm (??), ayy
You wanna be Jordan?
Might gotta punch a teammate in the face, that s*it important
I wanna win more than, you see how I'm recording
Hopping out the AMG, Louis V Timbs, more than yo' mortgage (Talk to 'em)
Flawless (Huh), my neck and wrist is a faucet
Told lil' bro on tour with me, had three warrants (Three?)
More hating on me while I get bags in that's enourmous
I just skate past 'em, Cartier crash
My lil' b!tch straight bad, I'll slap on that fake ass
My goons'll straight spazz, not who you wanna (??)
Respect is everything, we G-checking everything (Everything)
Y'all on that Magic Johnson s*it, y'all let the fake pass
Me, I'm quick to straight crash out, like, fu*k my break pass
But now my time consumed with getting this money
I planted me a seed, now my eyes is glooming
Still tryna undermine my influence
But what those other guys was doing before I arrived to do this
Rest in peace Clark Kent, he told you I was the truest (Rest in peace, my)

{Chorus: Conway the Machine]
I don't know what it is
These fu*k just wanna take from me, they don't ever give
Back to back Rolls-Royce trucks when I'm pulling up, (??)
'Bout to go fu*k me a rapper b!tch like I'm Diggs
I don't know what it is
These still broke, I see they stomach touching they ribs
Free (??), free Kutter, free (??), walking down, they big
Honey bun in the duffel bag for when a back to the crib (Free my)
I don't know what it is

[Interlude: G Herbo]
Uh, yeah, G Herbo, Conway the Machine
Man, let me show you how to-
How this s*it go, (??)

[Verse 2: G Herbo]
I don't know what it is about
How they playing-hating doubt
How they sneak diss, clout chase, see, you gotta slap the s*it out
But fu*k 'em, I'm getting my riches
I was sixteen, six figures
I wass trapping, been 'bout business
Move weight, I been 'bout fitness
And I'm still locked in with the killers
At 21 bust down (??) with my hitters
I was thugging and since I was little
You don't pick a side, get stuck in the middle
Got no love for suckas and snitches
Can't come on this side, s*it don't even fit us
Four Glock-23s in the VIP, anyone (??), we'll switch 'em
(??) B-Y-E when he D-I-E 'cause the ARP ain't missin (Never)
I ain't never one shot from a distance (Never)
Put that smoke in the air like a (??)
When it's war, ain't nobody innocent
Up the score real quick, s*it instant
Street turn b!tch, I seen it
Four nick' make demons Christian
But back to this cake, I missed it
I'm a millionaire straight out the trenches
Get paid 'til I die, no pension
Scored a touchdown (??)
D!ckriding from the benches (Fu*k)
Why they always so defensive? (Fu*k)
I ignore them, but I feel intention
Done s*it for them that I won't mention
Swerve, they know I'm the biggest (Biggest)
I'm the one let you get yo' 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, the fits 10k and I don't wanna take no pictures
My father had two Benzes back when was riding spinners
Two decades later, got tale whips, I only drive in winter
I pray God let my broski in, although he died a sinner
Guess I repent for both our sins 'cause I was sliding with him, yeah

[Verse 3: G Herbo]
(Come on) They thought I was done, I'm right back in this s*it
Like Cube and (??) I'm 'bout my Benjamins
Split the M and duck two sentences
Hit the rack, linked up with menaces
New deal, thirty mill', at thirty, I'm tryna touch a 50 clip
Momma said, "Don't tell my business", but I gotta keep you hip
Still tote some s*it with a rubber grip so mind yo' fu*king lip
On my strip we militant post' up like dark (??)
Here I am, since 2016, I'm still killing s*it
Two of my backends, a hunnid gram, I'm 'bout to spin this s*it
Told my blood, "Take a quarter ticket, go and make it flip"
I got bored, hit the dealership and copped another whip
Every load 500 (??), I started from a zip
Ain't no player celebrating wins until we get a 'ship
I got comfortable, started to slip, I had to get a grip
I don't wanna eat my fu*king chips until I get my dip

[Outro]
Some of that griselda s*it, 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