Lyrics Conway The Machine – Piece Of My Heart
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Yeah, uh
Like DMX said
If it takes for me to suffer for my brother to see the light
Give me my pain motherfucker, give me my pain
Yeah, give me my pain motherfucker, I’d die for my brother
I’d walk through hell, fire, and flame for my brother
Machine Gun died, lost a piece of my heart
Hold up let me speak from the heart
Wish he was here to see West ice his neck and drive many foreigns
To see Griselda pop and see Benny flourish
Wish he could see how we put on in New York City for him
I hate the fact that I gotta pour out all this Henny for him
And I’m just out here living for him
Everything we accomplish we did it for him
I can’t let these niggas in the hood aggravate me
I got my deal and niggas didn’t even congratulate me
I’m thinking damn he been having to hate me
Niggas just probably mad they ain’t me
Stacking all this cash they pay me
Two Ferraris in my driveway black and navy pack the black.380
That’s for safety, Neck look like I sold crack in the 80’s
That’s a fact I keep the mac on me daily
I’d walk through hell, fire, and flame for my brother
Machine Gun died, lost a piece of my heart
Hold up let me speak from the heart
Wish he was here to see West ice his neck and drive many foreigns
To see Griselda pop and see Benny flourish
Wish he could see how we put on in New York City for him
I hate the fact that I gotta pour out all this Henny for him
And I’m just out here living for him
Everything we accomplish we did it for him
I can’t let these niggas in the hood aggravate me
I got my deal and niggas didn’t even congratulate me
I’m thinking damn he been having to hate me
Niggas just probably mad they ain’t me
Stacking all this cash they pay me
Two Ferraris in my driveway black and navy pack the black.380
That’s for safety, Neck look like I sold crack in the 80’s
That’s a fact I keep the mac on me daily
Yeah, Machine bitch, You know what’s up now
I walk through hell, fire, and flame for my brothers man
Love my niggas, see what we doing, we like six for six right now
We putting up Jordan numbers nigga
Supreme Blientele, Hitler Six, A Friend of Ours
Motherfucking Tana Talk 3, Black Tape, Everybody is F.O.O.D
I mean its been a beautiful year, its been a real beautiful year nigga
Everybody is F.O.O.D. 2, eat what you kill nigga
This shit getting kind of spooky man
We taking this shit over at a phenomenal rate
I can’t complain nigga, we eating good we living good
Shit for Machine Gun Black man, God bless his soul
We gonna make sure we keep running this shit nigga
Keep mashing the gas on you fuck niggas
Keep my foot on these niggas neck?
I got a lot on my shoulder niggas
I’m the inspiration to you niggas, that shit take a lot
That shit take a toll on me, but I’m The machine nigga
We built for this nigga, we come from the bottom
Remember a few years ago I had nothing nigga
Now look at me
We taking this shit over at a phenomenal rate
I can’t complain nigga, we eating good we living good
Shit for Machine Gun Black man, God bless his soul
We gonna make sure we keep running this shit nigga
Keep mashing the gas on you fuck niggas
Keep my foot on these niggas neck?
I got a lot on my shoulder niggas
I’m the inspiration to you niggas, that shit take a lot
That shit take a toll on me, but I’m The machine nigga
We built for this nigga, we come from the bottom
Remember a few years ago I had nothing nigga
Now look at me
