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[Verse 1: Conway the Machine] Yeah, nigga my kicks cost your mortgage My bricks and my bitch was imported We zip through in Porsches I used to have zips of the purist Even had a mean run in DC like Clinton Portis (Talk to 'em) My mind was distorted from the fish that I snorted All you bitch niggas can get extorted I keep a stick when I’m touring I don't Ford Explore it, push the Lamborghini Urus I can assure that I floored it Nigga, your bitch think I'm gorgeous My Tom Fords is tortoise, bet you bitch niggas can’t afford it The Louis 13th, I poured it Got murals of my face out in Europe 'cause I'm the illest to ever record it (Facts) And just in case you smoke, I brought the forty to sort it Niggas mad 'cause they forty and dormant They still in the projects, my condo got a doorman My shooter like Harden 'cause he involved in all the scoring The Flygod is an awesome God That little nigga hit three niggas, I told him, "Awesome job" Don't give no fuck about no rappers, they can all get robbed This shit is easy like Culpepper throwin' Moss a lob [Verse 2: Benny the Butcher] I doubled down and took every risk, I couldn't afford losing That’s how I jumped in a foreign right out of a Ford Fusion Small Ruger, pow, shots run you down like Carl Lewis Or I can have your broad do it, mix your food with car fluid Guess who’s back, VVS's bluer than car coolant Big straps, I let a clip fly and the war moving Been a boss, now I’m a coach, I'm talking John Rubin Don Shula, GXF Taliban, Saddam shooters Soprano Wraiths, the driveway ain't got no V-sixes I'm buyin’ ice, when I'm on Spikes, not Lees, Christians I'm reminiscin' 'bout my life over beats, ventin' Y'all dick riding, worship niggas like they bleed different Okay, blood on the apron, you know it's the Butcher Whip a brick hard and then tip the cooker Off the rope, Ps flyin' like Jimmy Snuka, ahh [Outro] And this is the corner, the heart of the problem right here on the east side, and northwest side Now, if we don't attack the problem here, it's going to, it's going to spill out into the main street and the water front Eight people were shot, a witness apparently overheard the shooter tell a woman: "I told you I would fix this", followed by an expletive, before he killed her Sources tell News 4 the incident may have been in retaliation for shootings on Thursday East side, west side, North Buffalo, South Buffalo, downtown When it comes to violence in the queen city, there's no border
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