The Lightning Above the Adriatic Sea Lyrics – Conway the Machine

Read the full The Lightning Above the Adriatic Sea lyrics by Conway the Machine along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Conway The Machine’s music, you can also explore Mahogany Walls and Otis Driftwood, two other songs by Conway The Machine.

[Intro]
(J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League)
Yeah

[Verse 1]
I was just in and out of central bookings
Now it’s Coachella bookings

Look where you fell and took it
I know God got me, but I know that the devil looking
N!gga, (??) in my book, he forever crooked
I seen it in your eyes when you see how the presi’ looking

N!ggas was praying on my downfall, but I kept it pushing
Recipe for disaster, I’m back in the kitchen cooking
I took it where n!ggas couldn’t, yeah
Uh, used to go to the game with KD whenever I visit Brooklyn
Had me watching in the suite with Tony, my n!gga, good looking
Told me, “Keep your foot on these n!ggas, don’t give ’em no cushion”
Used to have the bundle in the chip bag I hid in the bushes
It’s people close to me that’s jealous of this position I’m put in
And expect me to bounce back after I was hit with them bullets
I don’t care nothing ’bout that, I’m living this s*it to the fullest, yeah
(Uh)

[Chorus]
From the concrete grew a rose, yeah
Mercedes concepts, two of those
Quarter-million-dollar cars, I own a few of those
Flavor Flav s*it, I’m in the spot with a group of hoes
This the music equivalent to winning the Super Bowl
They tell me I’m too transparent, tell me I’m too exposed
I’m just making sure in all my verses the truth is told

[Verse 2]
(Yeah)
Uh, infinity links and infinity pools
I’m down in Philly with goons

Twenty chains on, I pity the fool
With Flea in New York City, I’m cool
I don’t give a fu*k ’bout your video views
‘Cause nine times out of ten, I’m still richer than you
The food be Michelin too, yeah
I’m the Machine, but I’m missing some screws
The streets drove my crazy with all of the s*it I been through (S*it, yeah)
Look, I don’t want you n!ggas to get it confused
It’s funny when you think about it, I didn’t finish with school
I still own some property, own a couple businesses too
I should be applauded for all the good business I do
Making sure my mama and my little sisters is cool
I ain’t gon’ do the work for you, but I’ll give you the tools
N!ggas like me ain’t ‘posed to win, but I’m bending the rule

[Chorus]
From the concrete grew a rose
Mercedes concepts, two of those
Quarter-million-dollar cars, I own a few of those
Flavor Flav s*it, I’m in the spot with a group of hoes
This the music equivalent to winning the Super Bowl
They tell me I’m too transparent, tell me I’m too exposed
I’m just making sure in all my verses the truth is told