Conway the Machine
Ameenah’s Van
[Intro]
Yeah (Yeah)
You know (You know)
I'm just different, man (Just different, man)
I'm just different (I'm just different)
Yeah (Yeah)
Uh (Uh)
Yeah

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