Big Ghost LTD & Conway the Machine - Scared II Death Lyrics
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    Scared II Death

    [Intro: Conway the Machine]
    Sigh
    Let's get back into it nigga
    Uh
    Y'all ready?

    [Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
    Machine, the one and only, plain jane protect, I ain't wear the Rollie
    Nigga my tux is custom Brioni
    You know me, see my success killing these niggas slowly
    Go fuck around, turn me back to the old me
    It's lonely at the top nigga, I'm the top nigga
    Headliner; I'm the top biller, stop playing with my top nigga
    You know how we rock nigga, we got mops nigga
    We sit ringside at fights but we don't box nigga
    This is classic material, shout my nigga Carlos
    I'm in the lab making fire like lighter fluid and charcoal
    Ice on my neck, even in the dark that shit really sparkle
    Diddy pool party, еyeing Winnie Harlow
    They starting to noticе how hard the bars go
    They saying shit like "Aye C, you are a legend" but not the car though
    These bum ass rap niggas can't even pay they cargo
    But rap 'bout moving so much cargo you would think they was rich as Pablo
    The training getting intense, waiting for my release date
    I've been killing em with suspense
    I ain't opening for niggas no more, I'm the main event
    'Cause the way a nigga been flowing lately ain't making cents
    Spray the blick, use my t-shirt to wipe away the prints
    Then throw that motherfucker over that old lady fence
    Got that bitch, fuck her good, ate her pussy and pay the rent
    And that bitch been texting me "Wassup stranger" ever since
    Still ain't replied to the messages there
    I just left her on read to mess with her head
    I don't give a fuck what the next nigga said
    When I could have em clipped while I'm resting in bed
    And he definitely dead
    I got a cheque so the bread is there for when a nigga from your hood come collect what I left on your head
    Nigga
    Know we coming right?
    Hehe, yeah

    [Chorus: Prodigy sample]
    All y'all brand new niggas just scared to death
    All y'all brand new niggas just scared to death
    All y'all brand new niggas just scared to death
    I took the life of anybody tryna change what's left


    [Verse 2: Method Man]
    Uh, yeah
    This the quiet before the storm and let this be a warning
    If you don't make it through the evening, there will be no morning
    They sleeping on him, heard em snoring but the pen maturing
    Before I die, Imma find a word that can rhyme with orange
    I been scoring back when your favourites was bench warming
    Since Jordan, I'm the total package; I'm important
    Weed coughing, we need coffins, emcees talking
    They be tossing stones but I'm stoned colder than Steve Austin
    A straight stunter, let's get it straightened, I'm straight number
    Straight Gutta, flow is tsunami, put on your wave runners
    Game flooded with lame buzzers that can't cut it like they knifes buttered
    Don't play with life on a tight budget
    Now easy does it or get the Man and Machine
    Not a cyborg but trust, ain't another man in my league
    Since lemon squeeze I got honey tugging my tee
    I remind her of a Tesla, she wanna plug in her B

    [Chorus: Prodigy sample]
    All y'all brand new niggas just scared to death
    All y'all brand new niggas just scared to death
    All y'all brand new niggas just scared to death
    I took the life of anybody tryna change what's left

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    In My Soul
    Sunday Sermon
    Y.B.C.M.
    It's A Green Light
    Salutations

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