Tear Gas - CONWAY THE MACHINE, Rick Ross, Lil Wayne

Yeah, niggas

I’m a legend

Look

I’m just tryna keep my head above the water, my feet on soild ground

Post traumatic stress disorder got me smokin' out a pound

Heard a niggas say he gon' do something to me, how that sound?

Anybody get out of bounds, shots gon' come and knock him down

Probably gon' get my flowers while I can smell 'em

It’s gon' take my untimely demise before they realize I was a legend

I can see this shit now, everybody postin' they pictures

With a caption to make people think you really was my niggas

Told my mama don’t let them fuck niggas in my funeral

Bury me in my jewels so niggas know my life was beautiful

Illest to write it, all challengers are invited

They all was inspired by that feeling that I provided

Book of Conway, I’m far from my final chapter

Retired trapper, my idols wasn’t no rappers

Uh, race to the top and I’m drivin' faster

Yeah, run the bag up, then retire after

From kilograms to an astute businessman

Gave my niggas life, I know it hit him on that prison van

You don’t know the feeling of never seein' your kid again

And it’s a Russell Wilson type niggas raisin' your lil' man

Real shit, I know the feeling, ain’t seen my son in a minute

BM don’t answer for me, so fuck her, I’m in my feelings

I talk it 'cause I live it, don’t give a fuck 'bout no image

And I’m just gettin' started, my story is far from finished

My lil' brother just came home from doin' time

Put a bankroll in his pocket 'cause I love to see him fly

VS on his neck even if I gotta give him mine

And my bro don’t owe me shit 'cause I just wanna see him shine

Real shit

There for me

When I got shot, them niggas wasn’t there for me, uh (They wasn’t there)

They wasn’t there for me (Uh)

When I needed you most, you wasn’t there for me (Where you was at then?)

I feel like they scared of me

(Yeah, they scared)

And I just got a bag and another bag (Bag)

I just got a bag and another bag (Big bag)

Now I’m in my bag and I think they probably scared of me

Yeah, yeah

And I just got a bag and another bag, yeah (Yeah)

I just got a bag and another bag, yeah (Yeah)

Now I’m in my bag and I bet them niggas

Petrified, too terrified to testify, you get terrorized

That’s death-defyin', dissect the guy, body parts can’t be specified

Set on fire, by his dental work, he get identified

His bitch gotta come and verify, the revolution will be televised

I’m 'bout to binge watch, fuck her on Zoom and let her friends watch

That’s that free dope, no cap, no syringe top

Killin' pussy, the dick need tear drops

Tell the opps send a pin drop, I’ll be there in ten tops

Clip full like an inbox, shoot you in your AirPods

I’d like to thank my plug at this time, I cannot forget slime

It’s a thin line, it’s Weezy and Con, catch us on the incline

Up, up in thin air, so high, sometimes my throne feel like a wheelchair

I’m half dead as it is, flag red as it is

Bad breaks or a temper don’t add weight to my temple

Them bad bitches follow me like a drag race, start your engine

Say you’re in your bag, niggas, your bag’s to small fit in'

Niggas scared of me, I’ma cook 'em, who wants some chicken?

War

M-M-M-Maybach Music

I’m on the balcony, I listen to the birds chirp

Two hundred acres, lemme show you what my word’s worth

My women vintage incentives come with the service

Regurgitate all the bitches who really worthless

My bitch position come with the pensions and purses

I’m talkin' benz’s, Balmain and all of the Birkins

Young niggas beefin', we bustin' down in their verses

Contact the killers when shooters begin to surface

You niggas slaughtered your daughters attendin' sermons

I’m in the Cullinan callin' shots, I’m the colonel

My diamonds sparkle, models caught up in the turmoil

I keep the drugs and the guns just for the paranoia