| The streets needed this gospel, I said, «Don't worry, I got this»
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| Told my girl, «Just stay solid,» I promise, just trust the process
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| Used to take Ameenah’s van just so I can go sell my projects (Remember that?)
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| Makin' sure I ate back when not a dollar was in my pocket
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| Look all the shit I accomplished with you as my accomplice
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| Niggas I thought was rockin' with me, they was pocket watchin' (Them niggas was
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| fraud)
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| You runnin' up your bag, but your family still ain’t got shit (Huh?)
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| You bustin' down your watch, but your mama still in the projects (Come on)
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| I guess they gon' need me to lead by example (Ha)
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| Used to stand on Burgard, lettin' fiends get a sample (Here, take this)
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| Fifteen, I got head from Jeannine in a bando (Uh-huh)
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| Now I’m the king, every beat gettin' beat up and trampled (Talk to 'em)
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| Thirty in the magazine when I speed in the Lambo (Brr)
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| Shooter got his rag on, people think I’m with Rambo (What up, nigga?)
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| If a nigga eager to scramble, I’m squeezin' this hammer (Uh-huh)
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| Givin' you jewels, appreciate everything that I hand you
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| I hope you cherish everything that I leave you before I perish
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| When I’m no longer here in the physical but in the spirit
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| I tried to put my gun down, but now I gotta stay near it
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| Every night a dream’s of me gettin' murdered, it’s nightmarish
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| Paranoia’d up, that’s why I grip my.40 up
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| Forty-one millimeter Presidential, shit was forty plus (Shit was forty plus)
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| Got the throttle on me when I go to pick my shorty up (Boom, boom, boom, boom,
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| boom, boom, boom)
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| In case a nigga mad, he see my neck and wrist is watered up (Talk to 'em)
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| Trust in Allah but still tie up my camo up in the yard
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| Paranoid, tryna buy every hammer I come across (Uh-huh)
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| From them days we was whippin' up grams in the mayo jar
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| To a number-one album, yeah, mama, you made a star
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| Still drivin' the latest car when I’m ridin' through the ghetto, still (Cap)
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| I reached a position most of you niggas never will (Ha)
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| Bet you don’t know how fifty pointers in the bezel feel
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| Late in my thirties but I’m a shooter like Melo still (Brr)
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| Swervin' the coupe, playin' Burden of Proof
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| Transparent in my music 'cause you deservin' the truth (You need the truth,
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| right?)
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| I could get you murdered in the streets like I murder this booth (Boom, boom,
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| boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
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| Quarter mill' in jewelry on my neck, shit, I would wanna murder me too (A-ha)
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| The Maybach burgundy, seats burgundy too (Cap)
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| I’m the illest in this shit, this is certainly proof (This the proof, right?)
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| Yeah, Machine rappin' like a circuit is loose (Woo)
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| I just hope I left you inspired when my verses is through (Talk to 'em), uh
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| I just hope I left you inspired when my verses is through
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| I just hope I left you inspired when my verses is through
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| I just hope I left you inspired when my verses is through
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| I just hope I left you inspired when my verses is through |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ameenah's Van , by - CONWAY THE MACHINE. Song from the album From King To A GOD, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп