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Pavement
929
Hip-Hop/Rap
Pavement was released on March 27, 2018 by 916% ENTERTAINMENT as a part of the album The Blakk Tape
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Release DateMarch 27, 2018
Label916% ENTERTAINMENT
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Conway the Machine
Conway the Machine
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Demond Price
Demond Price
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Daringer
Daringer
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's all real **** (Its all real ****)
This shit for my ****, man
This shit for all my **** yeah
Hun, hun, it's all real on this side hommie (on this side hommie)
Look, look
I do this shit for Machine Gun Black
Traded my talent to rap to
Get Machine Gun back (hun-hun)
Ask around, they do tell you Machine run rap
When I'm still in the hood
Letting my machine gun clap (prr-rr, prr-rr)
Rest in peace Quan
We was just smoking in my kitchen
Not even ten days later a ****
Smoked him and I miss him (rest in peace man)
There's some shooters I know that's in position you see them
Make sure you lock them in the scope so you don't miss them
(You won't miss them ****)
It's curtains if my **** catch him like Harold and Mielenz (prr-rr, prr-rr)
They left them at the intersection the streets giving lessons (hun,hun)
It's like I've been to more funerals, than I've been to weddings
And the shit is depressing
Can't leave the house unless I pick up my chrome
I'm tired of hearing bad news when I pick up my phone
One of my man's little sisters got hit in the dome
Pour some liquor turn this shit up, I promise you not alone (hun-hun)
I lost some real ones to these streets
(Rest in peace, ****)
I know that one day we'll meet again (okay)
If you ever lost some real, one in these streets (hun-hun, hun-hun)
Light up your brain drink away the pain
Pour out some liquor to the pavement
Hey yo, pour the fuck, pour the fuck up
Pour some more, pour some more
Yea, pour out some liquor to the pavement (yea,yea)
No other shit, no other shit (hun,hun)
This for them **** that sold Drugs for the sport
Federal sentence are finger to the Judge in the court (haa-haa)
When he heard all of them numbers, he ain't even bust
His own homies snitched on him, damn where's the love? (that's fucked up)
D Black got clapped, I cried for a week straight (I missed you ****)
When Big Dog got bodied I couldn't sleep straight (that's my ****)
The last time I seen rock n roll Pete face
We was probably laughing at Jim's having a cheesesteak (that shit fucked up)
Pour out some liquor for my **** I lost
Used to think about Doughboy when I was whipping the salt
Break the sour diesel down and then I twist the Cigar
**** almost killed me, only twisted my jaw
When Prodigy died, that shit hurt (hun)
My **** Lord Flee called, my phone going berzerk (berzerk)
And that shit hurt me more 'cause I felt his pain
So we gon hold this grimy shit down in prodigy name, motherfucker (we gat the shit)
I lost some real ones to these streets
(Rest in peace, ****)
I know that one day we'll meet again (okay)
If you ever lost some real one in these streets (hun-hun)
Light up your brain drink away the pain
Pour out some liquor to the pavement
Hey yo, pour the fuck, pour the fuck up
Pour some more, pour some more
Yea, pour out some liquor to the pavement (yea,yea)
No other shit, no other shit (hun,hun)
Written by: Demond Price
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