Testo OverDose - Conway the Machine
Testo della canzone OverDose (Conway the Machine), tratta dall'album Eif 2: Eat What U Kill
Spray the whip while it's sittin' in park (brrt)
Bullet hit his heart, shit is gettin' dark (cap)
And the shooter didn't give it no thought (huh)
He just put a clip in and spark, on foot, dip in the park
Huh, every time I write in the dark
All my lyrics were sharp like a harpoon, I could kill a shark (whoo)
Every time a nigga drop, he sayin' it's for the culture and consider it art
I will rip it apart
One verse (one verse), pushin' gelato with my lung first (cap)
Fuck a bitch, I'm 'bout a profit, money come first (cap)
Fuck a bitch and I ain't stoppin' 'til she come first (huh?)
If it's a problem, bitch, go home and hug your son first
Hit him in his chest when my gun burst (boom, boom)
Fuck what you did in the streets, bet I done worse
If it ain't 'bout a dollar, I don't converse
Shooter got blood thirst stabbed in my back so much, love hurts
I'm probably a target, just for the way we keep winnin'
Like me and Benny, Scottie and Jordan (whoo)
Uh, and I'm highly regarded as one of the hottest to record it
And I didn't jot it, I thought it (cap)
Ha, nigga why is you talkin'?
You knew a few shooters, but you was probably extorted, pussy
And I'm probably the hardest
My young boy on parole for a gun, he still got it regardless
I don't rap beef, I will slap shit out of a artist
Shottie blow his body out of the orbit (hah)
And that's mission accomplished
These niggas diss then we empty sticks, that's how my niggas responded (brrt)
Yeah, and that body didn't sit on my conscience
I'm back smokin' wax in Alchemist kitchen with Bronson
Got a bitch with me, I never hit with a condom (hahaha)
They forgot I was the illest, I'm finna remind 'em (cap)
See how I'm killin' 'em slime
Without pennin' a line, why you think Eminem signed him? Nigga
And we like lemon and lime
That's two different vibes, you got venom inside
Snake nigga, fake nigga, you just slither in hidin'
You would've pulled up if it was really a problem, nigga (you would've pulled up, nigga)
Streets know that I'm really a problem
We can't get you then we visit ya mom (huh, huh, huh)
And nigga you lost ya bet, silencer, screw off the TEC (brrt)
Hollow tips blew off'll chew off ya flesh
Coke turn ya nose red like Rudolph, the best (hah)
Fuck ya bulletproof vest, get it blew off ya chest, nigga (boom-boom-boom!)
And I am what you call a threat, to y'all
Screw y'all, I will shoot off the sket, through y'all (pssh)
All the raw I will move off the step, who y'all
Nigga, I am what you call a vet, uh (the Machine, nigga)
Yeah
Alchemist, yeah
You see how effortless this shit is, nigga?
Haha, niggas not fuckin' with me on nobody, nigga
Nobody, this shit is easy, nigga
Haha, yeah
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Writer(s): Daniel Alan Maman, Demond Price
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