"Give & Give" lyrics
Conway The Machine, Cool & Dre Lyrics
As I walk the streets alone, oh (Sometimes you gotta walk alone)
Wondering which way to go (Yeah)
Please, take my hand (Take my hand)
Come on, take my hand and lead me
Look, imported foreigns, this currency I get more and more in (Uh-huh)
And more from tourin', leave Florida then I'll perform in Europe
PJ soarin', the PJ pourin' before I'm boardin'
In Bora Bora with Laura, Lauryn and more adoring (Hahaha)
Like Bishop, Roland, the forty below my .44 in
It's gettin' spooky, it's ugly for 'em like Tyrone Corbin
She dickridin' another rapper, I'm more important
If it's a war then there's .223's, we Jordan scorin'
Of course it's flawless, if ever you see some water on him (Woo)
I'm nominated for Grammys, Mary, "Good Morning Gorgeous" (What up, baby?)
Soon as I sit in a Lamborghini, I floor the Urus (Ah)
So captivatin' my verses that they ignore the chorus
I'm the grim reaper to rappers and I got more to torment (Yeah)
It's more like torture, these ain't just verses, I'm water boardin' (Ah)
It's gory gory, my aura more of a horror story
The forty pourin', I wet up their street, I'm Stormin' Norman (Brrr)
They tried to cut off my power but I kept soarin', soarin'
Might get out of my vessel just to explore the orbit (Yeah)
I ain't normal but people knew I was sure to flourish (They knew)
A couple albums recorded and I got more in storage (Talk to 'em)
Been gettin' so hot lately that I could torch a forest (Woo)
Aventador playin' Wale, shout out my bro Folarin (What up, bro?)
Niggas talkin' but they can barely afford their mortgage (Uh uh)
You think of top ten rappers, I'm thinkin' more the Forbes list (Bag)
This ain't just a new mansion, nah, this more a fortress (Big shit)
Matter fact, I'ma call it "House of a Thousand Corpses" (Haha)
Of course it's, the Machine in Tiffany Forces ('Kay)
Orderin' Porsches, Ferrari's comin' in assortments (Yeah)
Ah, ah
Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo
Brr, brrr
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh
Give me something
To hold onto
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Come one
As I walk the streets alone, oh
Wondering which way to go
Please, take my hand
Come on, take my hand and lead me
Wondering which way to go (Yeah)
Please, take my hand (Take my hand)
Come on, take my hand and lead me
Look, imported foreigns, this currency I get more and more in (Uh-huh)
And more from tourin', leave Florida then I'll perform in Europe
PJ soarin', the PJ pourin' before I'm boardin'
In Bora Bora with Laura, Lauryn and more adoring (Hahaha)
Like Bishop, Roland, the forty below my .44 in
It's gettin' spooky, it's ugly for 'em like Tyrone Corbin
She dickridin' another rapper, I'm more important
If it's a war then there's .223's, we Jordan scorin'
Of course it's flawless, if ever you see some water on him (Woo)
I'm nominated for Grammys, Mary, "Good Morning Gorgeous" (What up, baby?)
Soon as I sit in a Lamborghini, I floor the Urus (Ah)
So captivatin' my verses that they ignore the chorus
I'm the grim reaper to rappers and I got more to torment (Yeah)
It's more like torture, these ain't just verses, I'm water boardin' (Ah)
It's gory gory, my aura more of a horror story
The forty pourin', I wet up their street, I'm Stormin' Norman (Brrr)
They tried to cut off my power but I kept soarin', soarin'
Might get out of my vessel just to explore the orbit (Yeah)
I ain't normal but people knew I was sure to flourish (They knew)
A couple albums recorded and I got more in storage (Talk to 'em)
Been gettin' so hot lately that I could torch a forest (Woo)
Aventador playin' Wale, shout out my bro Folarin (What up, bro?)
Niggas talkin' but they can barely afford their mortgage (Uh uh)
You think of top ten rappers, I'm thinkin' more the Forbes list (Bag)
This ain't just a new mansion, nah, this more a fortress (Big shit)
Matter fact, I'ma call it "House of a Thousand Corpses" (Haha)
Of course it's, the Machine in Tiffany Forces ('Kay)
Orderin' Porsches, Ferrari's comin' in assortments (Yeah)
Ah, ah
Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo
Brr, brrr
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh
Give me something
To hold onto
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Come one
As I walk the streets alone, oh
Wondering which way to go
Please, take my hand
Come on, take my hand and lead me
Writer(s): Andre Christopher Lyon, Marcello Valenzano, Rayshon Lamont Cobbs, Demond Price
