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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Freeway
Freeway
Performer
Jake One
Jake One
Performer
Conway the Machine
Conway the Machine
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacob Dutton
Jacob Dutton
Composer
Leslie Pridgen
Leslie Pridgen
Lyrics
Demond Price
Demond Price
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jake One
Jake One
Producer
Vitamin D
Vitamin D
Mixing Engineer
Steve B
Steve B
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

It's been a long time coming (this pain, this pain, this pain) It's been a long time coming (this pain, this pain, this pain) It's been a long time coming (this pain, this) Yeah Uhh-uhh (right) Uhh (huh) Ohh (that's right) Oh, yeah (time for the) Woo (time for the) Uh, ah! We from the ghetto, we keep metal, we keep Prada whiffers You can stuff at least a half a brick inside a woofer If she zero, tote the tool, I might be riding with her I was charged in middle school, they sent the mama's cooking I was booked, and now my neck look like a hockey rink My pockets used to leak, and now I got chips like Cliff Huxtable Made my money from the block, the profit used to stink Now when I hit up the bank, they serve me drinks, make sure I'm comfortable First bit of that, ever switched up thе flow this many times And when he prom, he got a diamond in beer here First hustler that evеr switched up the crown, made gear Moved in on the trust, now we live here Really earned my spot, this ain't no coincidence Way before the Rock, I was bending in expensive shit I'll cop out with Bran, tommy Bran'll spit the clip You ain't gotta short Mobb Deep to prove you infamous It's Free and Jake, we need the feeling back, we here to grant your wish Right (time for this) Huh (uhh-uhh) That's right (uhh-uhh) The issue (that's right) Time for (oh, yeah) Time for the, for the, for the, for the spirit (woo) Time for (it's time) Uh, you know the homies just be waiting to die That you one of the guys clap, you pull up and throw five at you The bullets big as fuck and D batteries fly at you (woo-woo-woo) For a white tsunami that drive passed you I'm Drey chill, dellion rep the saddle with pineapple Got Montega all on my hoodie like pineapple And when they building my statue, from the way I throw lines at you Highly impactful, like I strike you No marketing plan, market the brand I step in a design capsule Mentally my mind, leave scientists mind baffled Lyrically inclined, I existed through time travel My physical design, elements that are not natural Free said, "Machine, let's cook", went up, it was my absolute pleasure You niggas know Con be contacting whenever Niggas need a drum, niggas know the street I'm from My heater rung, niggas knowing that I'll clap you wherever Doc patched you together I ain't going nowhere, nigga, I'm back forever Still in the hood, I got my strapped in the leather For the pressure, know I'm ready for combat whenever I'm selling my pack, it do not matter the weather Look, my rhyme book is considered a national treasure They still try to slight me, do not matter my effort Just 'cause he your favorite rapper, do not mean that he better Than Machine, bitch Yeah, right (ohh-oh) Uhh-uh (Uhh-uhh-uhh) uh-huh Tu-du, uhh
Writer(s): Leslie Pridgen, Demond Price, Jacob Dutton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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