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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Conway the Machine
Conway the Machine
Vocals
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
Programming
Cormega
Cormega
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alan Maman
Alan Maman
Composer
Cory McKay
Cory McKay
Lyrics
Demond Price
Demond Price
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
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Lyrics

What's your name? Ace Ace Acito? Yeah You live in the neighbourhood, right? Yeah Look, I gotta get out of here, man, I gotta get back Uh, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait (Alchemist) I'm Lulu What? Lulu This shit too easy, nigga Okay, what kinda name is that? I don't know, it's my name Yeah, look, I listen to niggas' albums Like, "What the fuck all the hype about?" Like, nigga, I can write one verse that'll wipe 'em out (No cap, huh) Don't make me bring the '89 Tyson out (Hah) I'll get it shipped soon as that Louis Off-White come out (Ha) I dropped a bag, but I can get you blammed free (Cap) Rather pay the bands and have this shit done That's hands-free (I dropped a bag on it) Went from 28 grams to goin' to get a tan ki (Uh-huh) Only the real street niggas gon' understand me (Yeah, nigga) I'm from where the kids don't get a new jacket in fall Roach in the cereal and every spoon black in the drawer Mama used crack and his pops shoot smack in his arm He just use that, it's all of the fuel that's in these bars (Woo) Drivin' ambition I'm focused on the goal like Kawhi in transition (Ah) Remember I sold a nigga a pie with grams missin', now I expand fishes Nigga steal a hundred dollars Find him with his hands missin', nigga (Talk to 'em) Yeah, it's grow house when I roll a blunt (Hah) Nigga got smoked last night, he ain't been home a month (Cap) Uh, shot to the temple, that's the hole-in-one (Boom, boom, boom) With a stolen gun, and fuck the police that he stole it from (Hah) I make a G call and the homies come (They on the way, nigga) Big ass FN, that shit hold a drum (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) It's fucked up, I heard my man told to come home early Your daddy a bitch, that's what I told his son I listen to rappers' albums, literally mad about the lack of talent I could lyrically acid wash him, ask about me Trifecta of respect, the streets, Rikers, and the mountains Took a toll, I paid ten-fold, behold a man of honor And rare persona, I exhale a air of nostalgia Like Don D, I'm an incomparable artist Transcends, this is a compelling performance Uncut raw, compressed from the connect to the corner I carry the heat, aggressive as morning, sweat drippin' Down my chest in the sauna, majestic in aura Indeed, you can't impress me with talkin' unless you're a lawyer Finessin' the court, to take my people from detention to walkin' My rhyme is a diamond inspired by pressure before it There's a lesson in every blessin', never ignore it There's two things I never been, on paperwork or extorted I'm livin' my truth, no lie, Griselda and Cory, uh Lulu, money bags Cito, thank you Que pasa? Do you know this man? No, um, but I'm here about Lulu
Writer(s): Alan Maman, Cory Mckay, Desmond Price Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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