Conway the Machine

"Everybody Eats"

[1st verse: B.A Badd]
Don't compare me to these poindexter's
Different cloth, we not the same texture
A heart beyond measure
Use Digi scales when the grams measured
Hit my mans, he gonna toss extras
E.b.e on a gold necklace, I did with no effort
Circle the block and then I spray reckless
Make sure you Leave everybody on his mothers porch breathless
Finish ya dinner or it becomes breakfast (sh*t)
S/o to Monsta that's my right hand
But if he ever tell then I'm chopping off his right hand
And I hope he do the same to me, exactly the same degree
Because we took a oath and ain't no changing me
I banged the 3 -80 dangerously, while I'm hanging out the sunroof
With baby 9 I be so coofed
You ever went to CID , told a bunch of lies with the drugs boofed
Catch you at the bar, all I heard was yelling don't shoot
The intersection you'll be stretched over
I f*ck the b*tches you be stressed over
Walked in the living room, seen ya son fort then I stepped over
Leave out the kitchen eating leftovers
I cop the pounds and I stretch yola, it's a business move
Croly st was like a business school
Weight it all out and count every dollar, it's the principle
Because all mistakes are intentional

BADD!!



[Chorus: B.A Badd]
It's us never them everybody eatn
Pull up on the whip everybody sqwueezing
Pull it from the hip everybody leaking
Pull up off the strip ain't nobody breathing
Its us never them everybody eatn (EBE)
Its us never them everybody eatn



[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
Look if you ain't got no body we are not the same
If you ain't never shot nobody this is not your lane
F'n on me b*tch this sh*t is not no game (BOOM BOOM BOOM)
Wig shot , my young n*ggas come and pop your brain (Haa)
We was in the hood selling straight drop cocaine
We got the mop we got the 30 shot Glocks to aim
We got the drop, you got the blocks then the robbers came
The choppers bang sound like a helicopter came (bthrrrr)
I push the lambo truck my b*tch she rock the range
Colorful stones on my neck I feel like Dr strange (Hhahahahahahaha)
We getting money I can not complain
Two hundred for the rich amili and the watch was plain
I'm out on Collins in a drop Mussane
Pole on the back seat that b*tch can drop a plane
Tracking the package, pray to GOD that them boxes came
Everybody Eat I cop a chain my brother got the same (Talk to em)

[Chorus: B.A Badd]
It's us never them everybody eaten
Pull up on the whip everybody squeezing
Pull it from the hip everybody leaking
Pull up off the strip ain't nobody breathing
It's us never them everybody eaten (EBE)
It's us never them everybody eaten

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