[Intro: Shoota93]
Uh huh, uh huh, yeah
Uh huh, yeah
Vinny Idol, n****

[Verse 1: Shoota93]
Uh, there were rules we learned back when there’s strollers
Simple shit, even if nobody had told us
You figured it, no rattin’, that’s just the tip of it
Even if your learnin’ was limited, you’d remember it
But I had childhood friends break my heart
Men I thought was stand-up, took seat like Rosa Parks
Spoke with narcs, brought to light
Things happened in dark
I’ll never speak to them suckas again- word to my kin
They say I’m too real for my own good
And that won’t do me no good, fuck it
Bury me with my gun when it’s my time to slide, thuggin’, uh
My foundation solid, your’s still under construction
My man got like 190 months in
140 more to go, to see parole
Said he never had one regret
Keepin’ his tongue in check
Yeah Gz, that’s love, respect

[Speaking Interlude]
Yeah, we kings, you what I’m sayin’?
We kings, man. W-we, we descended from kings. You know what I mean?
So don’t hold me [?] your legacy. Ya feel me?
We still doin’ this shit. We still standin’ tall, man. [?] or nothin’ gon be able to stop us
We gon’ surmount any adversity, man
And we gon’ stand tall with fortitude and mothafuckin’ perseverance, ya feel me?
Yes sir
Ya know what I mean? So, it is what it is, man
Ya know, it’s real comrades, real shit, man
Fuck what a n**** heard
[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
Yeah
Shoota said let’s lock in, I said the pleasure was mine (It’s go time, n****)
For the bro, you know we on go whenever it’s time (You know the plan)
‘Far as the flow go, you don’t know one better than mine
Switch the Rollie for the AP ‘cause I get better with time (Haa) —the skeleton
Them bricks of fetty in, and heroin
Like Tony sellin’ a pie, bitch
Fly pelican, fly (Hahaha)
The homie got 11 in, but you ain’t never did time
The sket is in the crossbody, ‘case I ever get tried (B-b-b-b-b-b boom!)
I tell ‘em to… Look, please play with us
Told gang, you extort a rapper? Make sure he payin’ up
Diss me in your song, we find out where he stay? It’s up
I’ll have Spanish n***** spinnin’ like DJ Enuff, uh (Brrrr)
We in the kitchen, n****, we weighin’ up (Whip)
I took my advance money, bought three plates (Huh?)
Now I’m on a PJ (Huh?)
Smokin’, sippin’ PJ in cups (Talk to ‘em)
Send n***** to hell, tell the Devil “we say whatsup,” n****

Machine, n****