"Exzibit J" lyrics
Yeah
Uh
Hehe
You got a part of me, man, hehe
I been on that champagne all afternoon, you know I mean?
Smokin' good
But I'm 'bout to take off, niggas, hahahahaha
Look
Check
Here comes the young spitter that fears none
My new shit is two sticks beatin' on your ear drums
I ain't the one you should try to gain a career from
'Cause I'm shootin' everything you set fair ones
I spit that shit that's from the same place my tears from
They hear son, they like, "where did he appear from?"
The Eastside of the city where niggas stay clear from
Head-on collisions with death, the boy feared from
Yo' place where I make a hunned racks before the year's done
Yeah, these niggas hatin' but it don't affect me
I hear these up and comin' niggas but they don't impress me
They don't flow correctly, they flow upsets me
But I can guarantee one thing, y'all gon' respect me
I'm well known in my city, by the hoes especially
Every time I meet a new bitch, I'm told I'm sexy
Nigga, I'm gon' ball even if Kobe check me
When I post up, the White [?] won't reject me
I can't go to Hell 'cause the Devil won't accept me
Damn, I'm back spittin' like I lost my mind
I can have a nigga killed in one course of dime
Yeah, I am on the grind all the time
I can come to yo' hood and make you come to mine
I really took them shits across state border lines
So this is why I can put it in a rhyme
And put in yo' mind, these fake niggas, I'm gon 'expose 'em
These niggas rappin' 'bout shit, that they don't indulge in
Right now I'm in the booth, both pockets bulgin'
Hehehe, you fuckin' with me when I'm zonin'
The best bomb squad can't prevent my explosion
When I goes in, rest in peace, no condolence'
Wrist frozen, see it behind the Rove' tints
Hahaha, I know this shit ain't makin' no sense
How my shit buzzin' like this with no promotion
Tell yo' favorite rapper that I'm closin' in
But I ain't thinkin' 'bout them niggas, I'm just goin' in
Hahahahahaha, geah
Yeah, man, you know I mean? Hehehe
Like I said, you got a part of me, man
I been doin' it big all night, you know I mean?
That's how I do, nigga, haha
I mean, you bum ass broke niggas wouldn't ever understand that
'Cause y'all don't see that, y'all don't live that life
Hahaha, it's Conway, bitch
Hehe
I told niggas, I'm The Machine, man
I'm goin', PS3 on the tour bus in NBA 2K game
Mothafucka, that's the only time I do play games
I spew straight flames
Niggas was sleepin' on me 'til I woke they ass up, just like too fake pain
I move straight 'caine
I got four and a half, Monday night, and it was gone before Tuesday came
You in the club with one beer and two fake chains
Yo' bitch chose me 'cause yo' boo hate, lames
Hahaha, ah
Hehehe
Yeah, and I probably fucked yo' main broad
'Cause I can cut anything, I'm like the chainsaw
I was in that studio tryna perfect my dream
They tried to tell me I been nothing more than second stream
I'm like a star quarterback on a better team
MVP season one win, for my second wing
Why yo' favorite rapper sweeter than a nectarine?
I keep a big gun, lean a nigga like Promethazine
Haha (Lame, hahahaha)
I'm cut from a different cloth, nigga, check the seams
'Bout to drop my shit and I'ma show niggas what pressure mean
Yeah, the young boy proper with them words
If you ain't got nothing, then you got what you deserve
I'm in that big Range Rover, hoppin' off the curb
That's my word, I ain't never gave a dollar to a bird
Yeah, I want these rap has-beens feared
I'm the hottest in the last 10 years
Conway, bitch
I'm gone
Uh
Hehe
You got a part of me, man, hehe
I been on that champagne all afternoon, you know I mean?
Smokin' good
But I'm 'bout to take off, niggas, hahahahaha
Look
Check
Here comes the young spitter that fears none
My new shit is two sticks beatin' on your ear drums
I ain't the one you should try to gain a career from
'Cause I'm shootin' everything you set fair ones
I spit that shit that's from the same place my tears from
They hear son, they like, "where did he appear from?"
The Eastside of the city where niggas stay clear from
Head-on collisions with death, the boy feared from
Yo' place where I make a hunned racks before the year's done
Yeah, these niggas hatin' but it don't affect me
I hear these up and comin' niggas but they don't impress me
They don't flow correctly, they flow upsets me
But I can guarantee one thing, y'all gon' respect me
I'm well known in my city, by the hoes especially
Every time I meet a new bitch, I'm told I'm sexy
Nigga, I'm gon' ball even if Kobe check me
When I post up, the White [?] won't reject me
I can't go to Hell 'cause the Devil won't accept me
Damn, I'm back spittin' like I lost my mind
I can have a nigga killed in one course of dime
Yeah, I am on the grind all the time
I can come to yo' hood and make you come to mine
I really took them shits across state border lines
So this is why I can put it in a rhyme
And put in yo' mind, these fake niggas, I'm gon 'expose 'em
These niggas rappin' 'bout shit, that they don't indulge in
Right now I'm in the booth, both pockets bulgin'
Hehehe, you fuckin' with me when I'm zonin'
The best bomb squad can't prevent my explosion
When I goes in, rest in peace, no condolence'
Wrist frozen, see it behind the Rove' tints
Hahaha, I know this shit ain't makin' no sense
How my shit buzzin' like this with no promotion
Tell yo' favorite rapper that I'm closin' in
But I ain't thinkin' 'bout them niggas, I'm just goin' in
Hahahahahaha, geah
Yeah, man, you know I mean? Hehehe
Like I said, you got a part of me, man
I been doin' it big all night, you know I mean?
That's how I do, nigga, haha
I mean, you bum ass broke niggas wouldn't ever understand that
'Cause y'all don't see that, y'all don't live that life
Hahaha, it's Conway, bitch
Hehe
I told niggas, I'm The Machine, man
I'm goin', PS3 on the tour bus in NBA 2K game
Mothafucka, that's the only time I do play games
I spew straight flames
Niggas was sleepin' on me 'til I woke they ass up, just like too fake pain
I move straight 'caine
I got four and a half, Monday night, and it was gone before Tuesday came
You in the club with one beer and two fake chains
Yo' bitch chose me 'cause yo' boo hate, lames
Hahaha, ah
Hehehe
Yeah, and I probably fucked yo' main broad
'Cause I can cut anything, I'm like the chainsaw
I was in that studio tryna perfect my dream
They tried to tell me I been nothing more than second stream
I'm like a star quarterback on a better team
MVP season one win, for my second wing
Why yo' favorite rapper sweeter than a nectarine?
I keep a big gun, lean a nigga like Promethazine
Haha (Lame, hahahaha)
I'm cut from a different cloth, nigga, check the seams
'Bout to drop my shit and I'ma show niggas what pressure mean
Yeah, the young boy proper with them words
If you ain't got nothing, then you got what you deserve
I'm in that big Range Rover, hoppin' off the curb
That's my word, I ain't never gave a dollar to a bird
Yeah, I want these rap has-beens feared
I'm the hottest in the last 10 years
Conway, bitch
I'm gone
