Pound For Pound (La Maquina 2021)

Текст песни Conway The Machine feat Berner, Mozzy, Benny the Butcher, Styles P, John Gotti - Pound For Pound (La Maquina 2021)

"I don't think, pound for pound, yup
I don't think there's a more sincere, better guy in this - world than me
Th-the more for everybody
You could see-see what I got
You could see what I got compared to what other people got
And I can't believe what I read and what I hear
I don't know who this guy is that they're talking about
Maybe somebody could introduce me to him someday
I don't believe 'em"
I told Benny I got plenty
Machine, what up?
Mozzy, Gangland

They treat us like pharaohs, AK with two barrels
Used to have a b- sellin' p- for mе on O'Farrell
In the middle of thе candle, there's a 20-grand stack
Heat the glass, pull the wax out, and cut that b- in half
Carbon paper 'round the paper, makin' 50-stack flimsy
Feel like a magazine, sendin' cash gets tricky
I'm bags, not blicky, no smalls in the back
When they froze the bank account, I thought I would fall back

I miss Encrochat, used to wipe my phone clean
Three times a week, different level to the stream
Throw a few Gs on each, I'm somewhere out of reach
When the phone loses service, I'll be back in town with heat
My old plug out in Maryland, got caught up with some heroin
Controlled buy at the four-point Sheridan
F- a snitch, let 'em die slowly
Around here, I'm the big homie, the top male only

Yeah, the opposition ain't no competition
Loaded chopper in this Honda Civic, I stand on top of business
It's sneak dissin' when you not specific
The DA gave that boy a deal, he turned it down, he's very optimistic
Perpetrator, baby, not the victim
We unforgiven when it come to trippin', it spit out double digits
You want this Pacquiao? Then come and get it
I put them boogers 'round my Granny Goose, referrin' to this flooded image

It's hard to leave 'em when you love the trenches
Where was the love when I was locked and you ain't come to visit?
They cracked the code, went through the phone and ain't find nothin' in it
You touch a ticket then you tuck a ticket
Tell 'em run the trinket, yeah
We money motivated, f- these b-
We pull up back-to-back-to-back in all these younger Benzes
I never ratted, that's a fact, it ain't no smut on n-
Said all this hustlin' got me up on n-
What's up with n-?

Street n- since a young boy, knee-deep in the game
Cookin' up before school, school clothes reekin' of 'caine
Always keep it a hunnid, you better keep it the same
N-'ll rest in peace you, just for a small piece of my chain (a little bag)
Need to refrain from ever speakin' my name
Call my shooter, Method Man, one call, he bringin' the pain
Say they just your homeboys while police think you a gang
The people can't wait to hit you with RICO, think it's a game

And the feds applyin' pressure to the weakest link in your chain
Now listen to the weakened chief in a unbelievable strain (talk to 'em)
Say they shooters, believe you me, we do the same
Scopin' a beam on that mop, I'm just increasin' my aim
Yeah, nobody do it how we do it
Educated, luxury, coke rap, street music
The impossible? You seen Machine do it
Made a 50 off a thousand dollar pounds of mid, those the G-Units

Tell n-, "Cut it out," they barely got heart
Tell 'em, "Cut it out," hoppin' out the coupe, gun butt 'em out
Throw 'em in the passenger, maybe it's the Porsche
Or NSX Acura, let me be accurate (errrr)
Money in the vacuum, in a house, made to clap at ya
F- about your shooter
Me? I got a homie that'll throw you off the roof
Vacay in Aruba, he could dog food, uzi in a Uber

I been outside since Dougie Fresh, Slick Rick the Ruler
Violate? That's a shot to your medula, point-blank (point-blank)
I could run the point, take my points, that's how point rank (that's how I rank)
Never mind all this plug lingo, the Ringo (never mind)
Hellcat engine, I would have dubbed Nino (I would have dubbed him)
If this was New Jack City, I would have shot him in the face
Brought the crew back with me (y'know)
Yeah, from the first to the 31st
We outside doin' dirty work (we outside)
If you got it from the mud, you was dirty first (The Butcher comin', nigga)

When this rap shit over, I at least need 20 out it, M's (at least)
So, I'ma need less friends and more money counters
Perfect life for who? That's what y'all think?
That's funny, how? 'Cause I'm stressed
I guess I just don't deal with no money problems (money ain't a problem)
How to make a million dollars? Guess I'm the perfect example of it
Well, streets guided me this far, so how can't I love it? (How can't I?)
I used to take three hundred grams and cut it (yeah)
I trafficked strapped, pistol tucked down my belt line with a handle rubbin'

On my white boy sh-, at the Mandalay chuggin' beers (yup)
Brought a chip to my town like a Tampa Bay Buccaneer (Griselda)
N- say they 'bout to drop but got nothin' I wanna hear (ha-ha-ha)
Your first mistake, prolly was thinkin' I f- care
They was out to get the squad but look at us now, it's too late
Alphabet garage, C-L-S-R-T-Q-8
"F- the streets, you a rapper," That's how my plug used to tell it to me
Fell out when I wanted a quarter-brick and he wouldn't sell it to me (sell it to me)
F- 'em (The Butcher comin', nigga)

"Dictated that I take each course I took
No, I didn't have multiple choice
Blackball here
And like, five hundred dollars in this place here
Like five dollars worth-
My word to you, all the doors were closed, that was the only door open"