Tear Gas (Explicit) - Conway the Machine/Rick Ross/Lil Wayne
Lyrics by:Vidal Garcia/Desmond Price/Robert William Leonard/Dwayne Carter/Cozmo Hickox/Nick Ashford/Valerie Simpson
Composed by:Vidal Garcia/Desmond Price/Robert William Leonard/Dwayne Carter/Cozmo Hickox/Nick Ashford/Valerie Simpson
He's one of us now
Yeah n***a
I'm a legend
Griselda
Look
I'm just tryna keep my head above the water
Hah
My feet on solid ground
Post traumatic stress disorder got me smokin' out a pound
Heard a n***a say he gon' do something to me how that sound
Anybody get out of bounds Shots gon' come and knock him down
Boom boom boom
Probably won't get my flowers while I can smell 'em
It's gon' take my untimely demise 'fore they realize I was a legend
I can see the s**t now everybody postin' they pictures
With a caption to make people think you really was my n***a
Told my mama don't let them f**k n***as in my funeral
Bury me in my jewels so n***as know my life was beautiful
Hah
Illest to write it all challengers are invited
Uh huh
They all was inspired by that feeling that I provided
Talk to 'em
Book of Conway I'm far from my final chapter
Uh huh
Retired trapper my idols wasn't no rappers
Not at all
Uh race to the top and I'm drivin' faster
Vroom
Yeah run the bag up then retire after
Hahahaha
From kilograms to an astute businessman
Gave my n***a life I know it hit him on that prison van
Pff
You don't know the feeling of never seein' your kid again
And it's a Russell Wilson type n***a raisin' your lil' man
Real s**t I know the feeling ain't seen my son in a minute
Nah
BM don't answer for me so f**k her I'm in my feelings
F**k her
I talk it 'cause I live it don't give a f**k 'bout no image
And I'm just gettin' started my story is far from finished
My lil' brother just came home from doin' time
Shots
Put a bankroll in his pocket 'cause I love to see him fly
Uh huh
VS on his neck even if I gotta give him mine
And my bro don't owe me s**t 'cause I just wanna see him shine
Real s**t
There for me
When I got shot them n***as wasn't there for me uh
They wasn't there
They wasn't there for me
Uh
When I needed you most you wasn't there for me
Where you was at then
I feel like they scared of me
Yeah they scared
And I just got a bag and another bag
Bag
I just got a bag and another bag
Big bag
Now I'm in my bag and I bet they probably scared of me
Yeah yeah
And I just got a bag and another bag yeah yeah
I just got a bag and another bag yeah yeah
Now I'm in my bag and I bet them n***as petrified
Too terrified to testify you get terrorized
That's death defyin' dissect the guy body parts can't be specified
Set on fire by his dental work he get identified
His b***h gotta come and verify the revolution will be televised
I'm 'bout to binge watch f**k her on Zoom and let her friends watch
That's that free d**e no cap no syringe top killin' p***y the d**k need tear drops
Tell the opps send a pin drop I'll be there in ten tops
Clip full like an inbox shoot you in your AirPods
I'd like to thank my plug at this time I cannot forget slime
It's a thin line it's Weezy and Con catch us on the incline
Up up in thin air so high sometimes my throne feel like a wheelchair
I'm half dead as it is flag red as it is
Bad breaks on my temper don't add weight to my temple
Them b***hes they follow me like a drag race start your engine
Say you're in your bag n***a your bag's a smaller fittin'
N***as scared of me I'ma cook 'em who wants some chicken
Water
M M M M M Maybach Music
I'm on the balcony I listen to the birds chirp
Two hundred acres lemme show you what my words worth
My women vintage incentives come with the service
Regurgitate all the b***hes who really worthless
My b***h position come with the pensions and purses
I'm talkin' Benzes Balmain and all of the Birkins
Young n***as beefin' we bust 'em down in their verses
Contact the killers when shooters begin to surface
You n***as slaughtered your daughters attendin' sermons
I'm in the Cullinan callin' shots I'm the colonel
My diamonds sparkle models caught up in the turmoil
I keep the guns and the d**gs just for the paranoia
M M M