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Conway The Machine - Raw Oysters (Prod. Daringer) (New Official Audio) (From King To A God) (Deluxe)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Conway the Machine
Conway the Machine
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Erick Sermon
Erick Sermon
Songwriter
Demond Price
Demond Price
Songwriter
Dana Stinson
Dana Stinson
Songwriter
Demetrius Jackson
Demetrius Jackson
Songwriter
Demetrius Robinson
Demetrius Robinson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Erick Sermon
Erick Sermon
Producer
Da Rockwilder
Da Rockwilder
Producer
Dana Stinson
Dana Stinson
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah Yeah Pain in my heart So much pain in my heart Look, started from the bottom We was just tryna get to the top (uh huh) I love my niggas, I tell 'em, "We all we got" (we all we got) Thinkin' 'bout my son First dude I got cool with when we moved on the block This was back when Damani had first got shot Miss my motherfuckin' dawg, went to the same school Used to dip out of class to link up in the halls (uh huh) Sneakin' to buy weed, now we posted up at the Chinese store Hopin' somebody would buy us a cigar (buy me a Dutch) Then we evolved to breakin' in houses and stealin' cars This was when I started gettin' raw with the bars (cap) Went from takin' niggas' Jordans at the bus stop To packin' .38s and jumpin' gates after we bust shots (talk to 'em) A young, wild adolescence (huh), packin' the Wesson Country Mike fronted me some work I'ma package and sell it (I roast it up) Sittin' on the bando steps, writin', recite it for my nigga He would hype it like, "Brodie I promise you, you the nicest" (you the nicest, nigga) Uh, all through the city, every neighborhood, we ran (huh) He be like, "Who wanna battle? I got whatever on my man" (I got whatever) Cappin' to the hoes like, "You know who this is, bitch? This the GOAT, and don't jump on my dick after we blow" Fuckin' the same hoes, sharin' the same clothes (yeah) Goin' half on the sub of the month That was my woe (that was my nigga) Used to go to school and studio when the block was slow He pulled up in the fiend rental, I said I couldn't go "Stay here", he said, "I'm comin' back, it might be late" Two hours later, heard he crashed in a high speed chase It took my motherfuckin' heart from me (yeah) But as long as I live, you always gon' be a part of me Try to smoke away the pain, I couldn't shake it (uh uh) I wish my nigga was hear to see that His boy made it (you see your boy, right?) I know God had a purpose, music saved my life If I wasn't recordin', I would've been with him that night (hah) This for my niggas that ain't make it out the struggle and it's real I keep that forty on me in the field 'cause I know they wanna be me (I know they wanna be me) That's why I keep my circle small and I'm always standin' tall Guns up with my back against the wall, I can't let no one deceive me (I can't let no one, no, I can't let no one) (No, I can't let no one, no, I can't let no one) This for my niggas that ain't here, I'm forever droppin' tears I never forgot about you through the years, man I wish that you could see me (I know that you can see me) Know I wish that you could see me (man, I know that you can see me) And I remember we was broke and we was always on our own (on our own) Always knew that we could make it with the songs And ain't no one believe me (ain't no one) And ain't no one believe me (I swear that ain't no one believe me) Yeah, and Shay, I miss you, my nigga (I miss you, king) Uh, I'll never let 'em forget you, my nigga (DJ Shay forever) My heart is broken in a million pieces That's why I'm rappin' these words now Cryin' tears in this tissue, my nigga This shit got me hurtin' bad Way worse, this shit worse than bad (I'm crushed), the whole city sad 'Cause you ain't really fully get to reap The benefits from all the work you had put in For thirty years, you was just gettin' in your Birkin bag As Ricky Hyde would say it, shit was just startin' to get beautiful I wrote this while gettin' dressed for your funeral (shh) And I hope heaven got a studio Thinkin' 'bout all the lives, including mine That you impacted with this music, bro (you a legend) Wish you got your flowers while you were still alive Drunk a bottle with Shamerra and Dominic and I cried (your kids) When I got out the hospital from the shots I survived You recorded me and helped me get Confidence and my stride (keep killin' these niggas) Remember we fell out and had words That resulted in me throwin' punches (Uh huh) seen you a few weeks later At James' spot, we ain't speak like we ain't know each other When we close as brothers and life too Short to be holdin' grudges (that's a fact) Hugged it out, now we drinkin' Remy and rollin' Dutches (Remy) I just wish I had a chance to tell My bro I love him (I love you, nigga) Feel like a week straight, I cried, I'm forever droppin' tears But I know I got an angel in the sky This for my niggas that ain't make it out the struggle and it's real I keep that forty on me in the field 'cause I know they wanna be me (I know they wanna be me) That's why I keep my circle small and I'm always standin' tall Guns up with my back against the wall, I can't let no one deceive me (I can't let no one, no, I can't let no one) (No, I can't let no one, no, I can't let no one) This for my niggas that ain't here, I'm forever droppin' tears I never forgot about you through the years, man I wish that you could see me (I know that you can see me) Know I wish that you could see me (Man, I know that you can see me) And I remember we was broke and we was always on our own Always knew that we could make it with the songs And ain't no one believe me (ain't no one) And ain't no one believe me Uh, they ain't believe in me Yeah, uh, Machine You gotta love me The fuckin' greatest, nigga I'm a legend We made it, nigga Yeah, I remember they used to hate on me I remember they used to think I wasn't gon' be nothin' Look how I turned out Yeah, all this pain in my heart Forever droppin' tears for my niggas Yeah, Green Eyed Bandit, Rockwilder Yeah, From King to a God, nigga Yeah, Drumwork, Griselda I'm a fuckin' boss, nigga We did it, ChineGun, we did it Well, my first, my first thing would be I would tell you that these boys is straight hip hop Like, I come from the old school era of hip hop Even though I'm a lil' older than them And they come from that era as well As far as knowin' the essence of hip hop But I see, um, with, with their talent And if you've never heard 'em, I'm gonna tell you, they're gonna take you on a different ride Like, Westside is gonna put you in a, in a mind state of a, um Lemme see, how can I describe it? His uniqueness, and his, his, He gon' have you flashy and lookin' good, you know And then Conway's gon' come with the type of lyrics That's, uh, that, that the world needs, the world needs I don't wanna compare 'em to nobody 'cause if You ask me, they, they're compared to the best They gon' compare Westside to, like, The Raekwons, and the, and that era Yeah, uh, uh, you may say that, but I, I, I look beyond that, you know what I mean? 'Cause I been listenin' to these boys Just as long as I been listenin' to them So I wouldn't make that comparison, I would say great music and, um Conway, if you a lyricist, or you enjoy lyrics, that's, that's, that's I put him in the heavyweight category, There's only a few people I would put in the heavyweight category Like in my top five, you know, my boys, my boys is in there In the real top five, amongst the HOVs, and you know what I mean And the classic Rakims and the, you know, Eric Bs These boys is on that level in this era right now, you know So that's what I would tell somebody If you like real hip hop, and you into real hip hop, These is the go to guys for that, you know what I mean? This ain't that old, uh, I don't even, I don't wanna disrespect no type of music 'cause it's all good craft If you want that real hip hop, that real shit you can feel These boys is what's happenin' right now Griselda by Fashion Rebels
Writer(s): Dana Stinson, Demond Price, Erick S Sermon, Demetrius Rondale Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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