Conway The Machine – Beloved lyrics

Ya man rude ting dis
Griselda boi

[Verse 2: Conway]
The shit I do with the pen dangerous
In-famous every bar is 10 razors
Hit faces with the ten gauges
Two-eighty-five West in the Benz racing
That's temp-plated
I want the money now bitch I'm impatient
My lil bro will buss your shit open for ten Franklins
He been craving for a body Mach-10 stainless
You a big baby ass nigga Glen Davis (woo)
Raise your glasses let's make a toast
We restored that feeling in the city, we gave 'em hope
I got on niggas records and made 'em dope
It's funny how niggas you show the most love to is who hate the most
My Dominican bitch sniff a plate snow
Scratch the serial off the blickers
Them shits' untraceable
I keep the rifle with a laser and a scope
They saying me and West the new Rae and Ghost
Well I'm humbled by the gesture
Them is big shoes to fill, but I'm not under any pressure
I gave my young'un my gun with the compressor
Gave him 50 for your body he woulda done that shit for lesser nigga
And I ain't even in my prime
Shot in the helmet I guess it wasn't my time
On my brother I'll kill a nigga for my slime
I'm Malcolm holding the yoppa peeking out the blinds

[Verse 3: B.E.N.N.Y. the Butcher]
You know it's real when you down and you set out your books
Held the bible in my hands and i read out the book
Before i had an operation i got fed off of jooks
My little brother took the case and i got let off the hook
Collect the pot then i set the lot
Real street nigga he met the plug before he met his pops
I swear the size of it left him shocked
I took the ride just to watch mean mob niggas connect the dots
I made him mess with pots cheffing rock
D's at my doot the work be flushed before the second knock
Straight to the stage when i left the block
Hit the gun section and cop
Everything they got left in stock
I check my spot and collect the knot
Church with my grandmother drop a band in the collection pot
You know my handle, Tony Soprano
A gangsta nigga I'm Joe Bonanno smoking at the Copacabana
I got a half a bricky flown from Atlanta
What do you know about hand shots
Trying to focus while you loading your hammer
Make a wish and I'll blow out your candles
Why you mad sucka come get this ass whoopin' you know imma hand ya