Paroles de la chanson Tear Gas par Conway The Machine

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Paroles de la chanson Tear Gas par Conway The Machine

[Conway the Machine]
He's one of us now
Yeah, nigga
I'm a legend
Griselda
Look

[Conway the Machine]
I'm just tryna keep my head above the water (Hah), my feet on solid ground
Post traumatic stress disorder got me smokin' out a pound
Heard a nigga say he gon' do something to me, how that sound?
Anybody get out of bounds, Shots gon' come and knock him down (Boom boom boom)

Probably won't get my flowers while I can smell 'em
It's gon' take my untimely demise 'fore they realize I was a legend
I can see the shit now, everybody postin' they pictures
With a caption to make people think you really was my nigga
Told my mama don't let them fuck niggas in my funeral
Bury me in my jewels so niggas know my life was beautiful (Hah)
Illest to write it, all challengers are invited (Uh-huh)
They all was inspired by that feeling that I provided (Talk to 'em)
Book of Conway, I'm far from my final chapter (Uh-huh)

Retired trapper, my idols wasn't no rappers (Not at all)
Uh, race to the top and I'm drivin' faster (Vroom)
Yeah, run the bag up then retire after (Hahahaha)
From kilograms to an astute businessman
Gave my nigga life, I know it hit him on that prison van (Pff)
You don't know the feeling of never seein' your kid again
And it's a Russell Wilson type nigga raisin' your lil' man
Real shit, I know the feeling, ain't seen my son in a minute (Nah)
BM don't answer for me, so fuck her, I'm in my feelings (Fuck her)
I talk it 'cause I live it, don't give a fuck 'bout no image

And I'm just gettin' started, my story is far from finished
My lil' brother just came home from doin' time (Shots)
Put a bankroll in his pocket 'cause I love to see him fly (Uh-huh)
VS on his neck even if I gotta give him mine
And my bro don't owe me shit 'cause I just wanna see him shine
Real shit

[Conway the Machine]
There for me
When I got shot, them niggas wasn't there for me, uh (They wasn't there)
They wasn't there for me (Uh)
When I needed you most, you wasn't there for me (Where you was at then?)

I feel like they scared of me (Yeah, they scared)
And I just got a bag and another bag (Bag)
I just got a bag and another bag (Big bag)
Now I'm in my bag and I bet they probably scared of me

[Lil Wayne]
Yeah, yeah
And I just got a bag and another bag, yeah, yeah
I just got a bag and another bag, yeah, yeah
Now I'm in my bag and I bet them niggas petrified
Too terrified to testify, you get terrorized
That's death-defyin', dissect the guy, body parts can't be specified
Set on fire, by his dental work, he get identified
His bitch gotta come and verify, the revolution will be televised

I'm 'bout to binge watch, fuck her on Zoom and let her friends watch
That's that free dope, no cap, no syringe top, killin' pussy, the dick need tear drops
Tell the opps send a pin drop, I'll be there in ten tops
Clip full like an inbox, shoot you in your AirPods
I'd like to thank my plug at this time, I cannot forget slime
It's a thin line, it's Weezy and Con, catch us on the incline
Up, up in thin air, so high, sometimes my throne feel like a wheelchair
I'm half dead as it is, flag red as it is
Bad breaks on my temper, don't add weight to my temple
Them bitches, they follow me like a drag race, start your engine

Say you're in your bag, nigga, your bag's a smaller fittin'
Niggas scared of me, I'ma cook 'em, who wants some chicken?
Water

[Jessica Gomes]
M-M-M, M-M-Maybach Music

[Rick Ross]
I'm on the balcony, I listen to the birds chirp
Two hundred acres, lemme show you what my words worth
My women vintage, incentives come with the service
Regurgitate all the bitches who really worthless
My bitch position come with the pensions and purses

I'm talkin' Benzes, Balmain and all of the Birkins
Young niggas beefin', we bust 'em down in their verses
Contact the killers when shooters begin to surface
You niggas slaughtered, your daughters attendin' sermons
I'm in the Cullinan callin' shots, I'm the colonel
My diamonds sparkle, models caught up in the turmoil
I keep the guns and the drugs just for the paranoia
M-M-M

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