RODNEY LITTLE lyrics

[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Yeah, you see me, n*gga
Hahaha, see what I do, n*gga?
It's been a good year, know what I mean?
Y'all n*ggas doing bad, though (Hahaha)
It's crazy 'cause y'all n*ggas talk that big-money sh*t
You n*ggas hurtin', though
Haha (Haaah)
Look;

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
They tell me I'm c*cky
'Cause I don't think no n*gga can stop me
I'm the man right now, boy, sit and just watch me (Watch what I'm doin', n*gga)
Style switch before you n*ggas could copy
Shooter slide through with a stick—it isn't for hockey
On my hip where the Glock be (Uh), my city small
b*tches I f*ck saying, "Rest in peace," to the n*gga that shot me, whoa! (That n*gga gone, baby)
I'm the king now, my n*gga, I'm Jaffe Joffer
But I travel with a semi like Akeem (Haaaaaaa)
Where I'm from they consider me top 3
Bar for bar, I don't think no n*gga can top me (Can't f*ck with me, n*gga)
The flow rare like vintage Versace
Choppa close, can't let these n*ggas Biggie-and-Pac me, nah (Cap)
I'm shooting on sight, I ain't tryna fight (Uh uh)
But with the hands, I'm Triple G, half Iron Mike (Whooo)
Gun to his head, fired twice, they say I ain't right
But f*ck how they feel about it (f*ck 'em), cross the morgue
f*ck-n*ggas get killed about it (Uh huh), youngin' shooting like Buddy Hield about it, that gangsta sh*t, boy, we still about it ('K)
My jit wavin' the stick, he barely miss
Every time he see a n*gga been hit, he say, "Swish" (Hahahaha)
The semi clapped up—this for the n*ggas that violate parole
And say, "f*ck willin', send me back up"
I wanna pop something, every time I pick this MAC up (Brrrrt, brrrt)
The hardest n*ggas out—n*ggas, that's us
[Verse 2: Prodigy]
n*ggas tried to stop me for seventeen summers
But I been on these n*ggas' necks for twenty-three summers
I'm infallible, impossible to knock me off
Top of my game, they very soft; terry cloth
Cotton-ball n*gga, I'm a blazing fire
I cook your flesh, and come test I, try your luck (Come)
New York state n*ggas on these hardcore streets (Yeah)
Catch a quick case, put the hardcore beats on 'em (Do it)
They on that trap sh*t, I'm on that booby trap life
Come at me and you gon' step on a land mine
These n*ggas stay running and my n*ggas stay chasing (Get em n*ggas son)
They shooting by mistake, my shots calculated
'Cause prior to the murder, I meditated
On post-release supervision, I still get it shakin'
Infamous reputation, ain't no f*cking mystery (Nah)
I'm current events, you hip-hop history (Burn 'em)
Boxes of Red Stripe, big ting of marijuan'
Mind like Farrahkan, heart like the Taliban
You talk to me crazy, you dumb (What?)
I slap fire out you and bust your eardrum (Done)
This is top-tier rap, we second to none (Nuh uh)
Your lil' bars not strong enough to verse us, us, us, us, us

[Outro: Prodigy + sample]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you know what I'm saying?
It's that Conway-Prodigy sh*t
That New York State gangsta sh*t
"You got jokes man
Go on get in, get in, how you feel?
(sigh) 'ight
You better be because we got another big order come in
I heard (hey Rodney)
God created anything better than crack cocaine an kept that sh*t for himself. I mean this sh*t is like truth serum. It'll truly expose who you are. Man you happen to be uhh... lowlife rat bast*rd motherf*cka, who would sell off his newborn for a suck off that glass di*k. Crack will bring you right on in the light. Man I don't care if your black, white, Chinese, rich, poor, you take that first hit, you on a mission; and that mission will never end. Even when the house, the money, love ones are gone, and then they send you to the joint. You still gonna try to cop it
Dawg
The only time it ends, "Strike", that mission, is when your six feet under. And that's the reason why I don't ever want to hear about you using this sh*t you understand me?
Ahhh psshh you crazy?
Alright then, 'cause it's also the reason why I ain't ever going outta business. I'm a [?] in this mess right. And I got me the world's greatest product"