Fear Of God - Conway The Machine, DeJ Loaf: текст песни id 70452865
Yeah, all praises due to the most high
Remain thankful and humble, that’s just some rules that I go by
It fucked me up, these people gave my nigga low profile
Told 'em that time like Kobe, first step, that shit gon' blow by
Used to bag the dope playin' Mos Black on Both Sides
Was in the streets, but I still provided the hoes to those guys
I’m just lettin' my soul fly, flow raw like the bricks from the source
Where you gotta take a plane and a boat ride
Givin' back, every nigga in my section live
Got two shooters that’s bustin' pipes like when pressure rise
Rappers actin' tough, showin' they fake aggressive side
'Til I see 'em in public, now the wanna contextualize
I heard niggas shot up your corner for a second time
Hit like two niggas, you pussy niggas have yet to slide
These verses is exercise, lately, I been feelin' like I’m the best alive
And it’s my first album, I just arrived
I heard niggas stealin' my lane, but we don’t spit it the same
They say it’s gettin' spooky, I hear niggas stealin' my slang
They tryna hang so they can get close to the book and just steal 'em a page
I don’t consider you gang, nigga
I told you on that song with Eminem, Bang
That I would pull up, let it ring, think shit is a game
GxFR, went and put that shit on my chain
'Cause long after I die, my niggas remain
Ayy, my nigga Hit-Boy did the production
Rollie my wrist and I bust it
Listen, we built the whole Griselda house with our hands, we did it from nothin'
I mean, West owned the land, but I did the construction
So fuck your top five if it ain’t me
Uh, I came a long way from May Street
Look what I became, God don’t make mistakes, see
I’m 'bout to have Paul robbin' Peter to pay me, yeah
I’ll do a nigga bogus (Bogus)
I’ll leave a nigga knowin' (Knowin')
Fear of God I got on (Got on)
All the way at the top where it’s lonely (Lonely)
All my niggas paid (Paid)
We run it up and break bread (Break bread)
Can’t let you get to my head (My head)
I can’t let you get to my head
Rock out with my friends, yeah, my brothers with me
Cuttin' up in traffic, keep a cutter with me
I grew up, most of my OGs dead
Keep an eye on, I can’t watch her OD, yeah
Real birds, watchin', watchin' me
You got big nerves plottin' on me, yeah
I don’t fear anything
I don’t feel anything, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Ooh, yeah
Ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah
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