Lyrics Where You Know Me From - Nems, CONWAY THE MACHINE

Where You Know Me From

Yeah
(Fuck Ya Lyfe until the casket drops)
I mean, y’all niggas been livin' good
(Fuck Ya Lyfe until the casket drops)
Niggas been shinin', all that
(Fuck Ya Lyfe until the casket drops)
I been out here grindin'
(Fuck Ya Lyfe until the casket drops)
It’s my turn
(Fuck Ya Lyfe until the casket drops)
(Fuck Ya Lyfe until the casket drops)
Gorilla
Niggas get paroled to a shelter
Ramen noodles for they first meal, shit
They ain’t eating right
Just did a decade
Happy to be home with a job
Wear they reflector vest to sleep at night
Them niggas there know that I’m the dopest
You in the crib hating smoking blunts filled with roaches (Fuck outta here)
I get it in with the shooters
While you five deep, zero bitches, chippin' in for hookah
Fat nigga Anirtala on my arm piece
Cuban cigar, sippin' Zimas out in Palm Beach
That body from O-4 still haunts me
Bitch, shut ya motherfuckin' mouth when the Don speak
It’s kinda hard to have dreams and aspirations
When the time don’t run out on the statute of limitations
Armed robberies, I’ll snatch it, no hesitation
I’m a Coney Island legend, the statue’s in front of Nathan’s
They shot homie at the dice game, took all his cheddar (Bow)
I’m just mad they killed him 'fore he got to four or better
They looked at me and passed his cash and watch
And said, «Nems, it’s Fuck Ya Lyfe until the casket drops
We 'bout all that nigga
In these streets showin' and provin'
The 'Gram couldn’t tell you half the shit that I be doin'
In ya hood more than you are, keepin' the brand movin'
G’s on our heads but we the ones doin' the shootin' (Bah)
Nah, fuck it, I don’t wanna stop
AK ya whole fuckin' building, nigga I don’t want the Glock
Shoot at ya head, fuck a warning shot
Snuffin' industry niggas at parties like I don’t wanna pop
Gorilla Nems, I’m that nigga they hate
Buck fifty through the window while you sit in your Wraith, h
I told her, «Chill, Gunther, get in your place»
Tried to call me by my government I spit in her face
Where you know me from?
(Yo, state ya name, ya zip code, social security, ATM, EBT, all that)
Where you know me from?
(Who the fuck sent you over here, nigga? I’ll smack the shit out ya uncle,
whoever, nigga, what)
Where you know me from?
(You know where the fuck you at nigga? This my shit, my shit homie)
Where you know me from?
(I never heard of you Duke, keep bangin' motherfucker, Lyfer-gang)
Look
I run through that shortcut, let the shotty buck (Boom, boom)
Hit them pussy niggas make em lose a body part (Gang)
Had niggas sick when they see that Masi park
Hopped out rocking the suedefade Wally Clarks (You see me, nigga)
I been through shit niggas have not seen (Uh huh)
Wash the dishes bitch get them pots clean (Get in there)
I’m like the shootin' guard on the top team (Uh huh)
Wig shot made his top lean (Brrrt)
Left him laid out front of the liquor store (Gas)
Seen his brains hit the windows, said, «That's it for sure» (Uh)
I got the rap game in a figure four
Top ten verses of the year I got like six or more (Hahaha)
Free my dog behind the prison wall (Free my nigga)
Ma niggas take ya money like it isn’t yours (Haa)
I don’t want the yayo if it isn’t pure
So don’t hit my phone unless you want a brick or more (Machine)
Where you know me from?
(Watch ya mother fuckin mouth nigga
Where you know me from?)
I got that «Nems, you gettin' fat» money
Bank account say I’m movin' bricks, that’s just hat money
Boy, knock that bitch nigga out in front of police
Bail and lawyers on me, I got that money (Yup, yup)
Bout to hire a team of workers to ship and deliver my merchandise
That’s staff money, ain’t that funny?
(Yup)
'Cause I remember there were nights I didn’t have money
Did it on my own and you never can take that from me
Come and try, nigga, I’ll put you in a coma (Bop)
Say it’s lonely at the top, well I’ve always been a loner (Uh)
Bitch I’ll make ya boyfriend go to the store to buy me Dutches and I don’t even
smoke
'Cause he a doja (He ain’t tough)
Yea I don’t smoke and I hate drinkin'
But I’ll shoot you right in front of ya bitch like Abe Lincoln (Bop)
Was at a barbecue earlier
Ma man said, «Gorilla, how you not signed to a label?
What is they thinkin'?»
I said it won’t be long 'fore they acknowledge it
Built my whole shit off of skills, I never politic
Real niggas and college kids
Know they ain’t a rapper as hot as this
But even if there was I’d fuckin' rock their shit
Where you know me from?
Uh-huh, oh yea?
Then let me hold a gun
Fuck outta here, nigga
Nems