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Word ll Conway Video (MV)




Performed By: Courtney Bell
Featuring: Conway the Machine
Length: 2:18
Written by: Courtney Bell, Demond Price




Courtney Bell - Word ll Conway Lyrics
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[ Featuring Conway the Machine ]

(Yeah)
(Machine)

Body
Look (this sound like a Rhondo beat)

I come from the dope blocks
And the trap
I was conceived next to the pack
My daddy dope, my mama soda
Gave birth to her son, I'm crack, I'm brah
Been killing these niggas
I'm breaking the '80s, I'm bringing it back
That's facts
I rap for niggas that traffic packs
I trap, then that paper stack like Tetris
Lexus and Benzes, dope and syringes
My mama cringing
Every time I write a line, it's divine with my pencil
Instrumentals knocking like the police
Who gon' enter in the belly of the beast
We set a feast and beef, I'm Simba's pride
Never lie, suicide if you go against the guys
Get crucified like Jesus, nigga
Squeezing every time I slide
Dope game, rap game, crack game
The exact same
I was down bad, I said a prayer
Scream, "Hallelujah", that bag came
Heart of giant
I be in the jungle with lions
I'm David to every Goliath
That made it out of all the hell we been binding
I know we at war with the tyrants
I'm tired of hearing these sirens
Detectives, they know that I'm tied in
So I move swift when I'm out here, nigga

Uh
What's a king to a God?
What's a soldier to a fraud, nigga? (Talk to 'em)
(Yeah)
What's the love if it's lost?
They gon' kill if I'm crossed

Talk to the dealer and the deacon
They the same and they don't see it
Every Sunday, preaching first
And the fifteenth, my niggas eating
Hypocrites and contradictions
Learned to walk more than I speak it
We ain't perfect
Grandma working over time, calling her Jesus
Speaking away to take it around
Know if I stay, I won't make it out
I'm in the field where they playing foul, blaow
Like dominoes, knocking 'em down
God in the flesh, I live in the now
Time don't exist, adjusting the crowns
Of ones I lost when lines got crossed
The bodies they caught made us even for now, nigga

Uh
What's a king to a God?
What's a soldier to a fraud, nigga? (Talk to 'em)
(Yeah)
What's the love if it's lost?
They gon' kill if I'm crossed
(Brr, boom)

You know life is funny like that
I remember me and West pulling up to Heaven
A few years back
Getting our shit off
Shout out to big bro, Nickel
Look at us now, nigga
Ayo, get familiar
With my bro Courtney Bell
Contradictions
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(Yeah)
(Machine)

Body
Look (this sound like a Rhondo beat)

I come from the dope blocks
And the trap
I was conceived next to the pack
My daddy dope, my mama soda
Gave birth to her son, I'm crack, I'm brah
Been killing these niggas
I'm breaking the '80s, I'm bringing it back
That's facts
I rap for niggas that traffic packs
I trap, then that paper stack like Tetris
Lexus and Benzes, dope and syringes
My mama cringing
Every time I write a line, it's divine with my pencil
Instrumentals knocking like the police
Who gon' enter in the belly of the beast
We set a feast and beef, I'm Simba's pride
Never lie, suicide if you go against the guys
Get crucified like Jesus, nigga
Squeezing every time I slide
Dope game, rap game, crack game
The exact same
I was down bad, I said a prayer
Scream, "Hallelujah", that bag came
Heart of giant
I be in the jungle with lions
I'm David to every Goliath
That made it out of all the hell we been binding
I know we at war with the tyrants
I'm tired of hearing these sirens
Detectives, they know that I'm tied in
So I move swift when I'm out here, nigga

Uh
What's a king to a God?
What's a soldier to a fraud, nigga? (Talk to 'em)
(Yeah)
What's the love if it's lost?
They gon' kill if I'm crossed

Talk to the dealer and the deacon
They the same and they don't see it
Every Sunday, preaching first
And the fifteenth, my niggas eating
Hypocrites and contradictions
Learned to walk more than I speak it
We ain't perfect
Grandma working over time, calling her Jesus
Speaking away to take it around
Know if I stay, I won't make it out
I'm in the field where they playing foul, blaow
Like dominoes, knocking 'em down
God in the flesh, I live in the now
Time don't exist, adjusting the crowns
Of ones I lost when lines got crossed
The bodies they caught made us even for now, nigga

Uh
What's a king to a God?
What's a soldier to a fraud, nigga? (Talk to 'em)
(Yeah)
What's the love if it's lost?
They gon' kill if I'm crossed
(Brr, boom)

You know life is funny like that
I remember me and West pulling up to Heaven
A few years back
Getting our shit off
Shout out to big bro, Nickel
Look at us now, nigga
Ayo, get familiar
With my bro Courtney Bell
Contradictions
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Courtney Bell, Demond Price
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.


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