Lyrics Conway The Machine – No Women No Kids

You are still
Yeah
Now open your eyes
Uh

Whipped a half a brick, smell the white fumes (Whip up)
Shit on my neck bright enough to light rooms (My shit lit up, right)
Leave a nigga body full of knife wounds (Hah)
We tycoons, I’m a fly goon (Hahaha)
Only smokin’ the best like DZA
Catch a bitch goin’ through my pockets, I just might kill her (Fuck is you doin’, yo?)
My young bitch 23, she dress like SZA
If I need a brick, I know the chef like RZA (Talk to ’em)
Stackin’ all this cream, they tryna inspect the method (Hah)
Youngin scorin’ on the opps, he ’bout to set the record (Boom boom boom boom)
Nigga, I’m about to apply extra pressure (Cap)
Rappers say they on my level, but have yet to measure (Picture that, nigga)
Versace to my socks, boy, I’m extra fresher (You see me, bitch)
Throw my gloves on, screw on the TEC suppressor (What’s poppin’, nigga)
They say I’m too passionate as a writer (Hah)
But I don’t give a fuck, that’s what happen when you fire (Hah)
You can’t tell me all these rappers not inspired
Before Reject 2, niggas was rappin’ like Desiigner (Hahahaha)
I’m that nigga if you have to just inquire
But you can visit my hood and go and ask if I’m a liar (Go ask the real niggas)
Nigga, I pull the ratchet out and fire (Boom boom boom boom)
Alejandro Sosa the only cat that I aspire to be (Brr)

Yeah, you know what’s up, nigga
Uh, fifty rounds for you fuck niggas
I’m back in rare form, nigga
Haha, yeah

See all these niggas out here?
Mmm
Strugglin’ to survive, man
When you strugglin’ to survive, you need somebody to follow
So I figured, why not give ’em God?