Piano Love
Piano Love

Conway the Machine - Piano Love Lyrics

This track offers a raw and unfiltered glimpse into the gritty realities of street life as experienced by the artist. Conway the Machine employs vivid imagery and candid language to describe his journey from poverty to affluence, underscoring themes of… Read more

Oct 8, 2021
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Piano Love Lyrics

Yeah, uh

Bought my bitch the Chanel jacket with the big Chanel bag
Sneak the hammer in the club, the realest bitch I ever had (ah)
My plug like Lulu, give me whatever I ask
Bucket low like Ace Boogie, I re-up two hundred cash (uh)
Richest nigga in my city, got my neck on Rick the Ruler (yeah)
Press box at all the games, sittin' next to the Pegulas (talk your shit, king)
Came up with them brick sellers, and them hundred pound movers (ah)
I just made another play and bought a FN for my shooters, nigga, yeah

Hood nigga still eat the ramen noodles (ha)
That load cost an extra five if I got it to you (cash)
We the mob, you violate that, I gotta shoot you
Send some rockets through you, hollow tips poppin' to you (boom, boom, boom, boom)
Griselda keep winnin', you don't know how to stop it, do you? (Ha)
In the end, I'm gon' be on top as usual (I'ma be on top, nigga)
I been keepin' it rockin' since niggas was rockin' FUBU
I don't care what city you from, you solid, I'll salute you (I salute, homes)
Whip until my wrist bone hurtin'
Newspapers on them windows, no curtains, fiends knockin', soul searchin' (woo)
Water tuned off in that trap, fuck it, the stove workin' (ha)
Pour Poland Springs in that pot, cook up the Os perfect (talk to 'em)
Jackboy sniffin' my fifty until his nose hurtin' (sniff)
Comin' through the back blocks, ridin' 'round with the po' lurkin' (cap)
My young boy quit drinkin' lean, he goin' cold turkey (yeah)
Sticks and stones don't break my bones, and bullets don't hurt me

Bought my bitch the Chanel jacket with the big Chanel bag (she got the big bag, nigga)
Sneak the hammer in the club, the realest bitch I ever had (I love you, baby, hah)
My plug like Lulu, give me whatever I ask (I get whatever)
Bucket low like Ace Boogie, I re-up two hundred cash (money)
Richest nigga in the city, got my neck on Rick the Ruler (you see my neck, right? Hahahaha)
Press box at all the games, sittin' next to the Pegulas (yeah, uh)
Came up with them brick sellers, and them hundred pound movers (yeah)
I just made another play and bought a FN for my shooters, nigga, yeah (hahaha, look, yeah)

Throw some bake in the pot with some ice, the dope I cook lock up (whip up)
Sneaker box with bands in the bag, you'd think I left Foot Locker (hahahaha)
Young nigga behind your garage, holdin' a full chopper
Dropped out of school, decided he just gon' push product
Lo Pro copped out the five, damn, I feel for him (pssh)
My nigga came from J in the feds, tryna appeal forty (free the real)
Bitch love the Machine so much, that ho will steal for me (hahahaha)
Say it's go time and my hitters ready to drill for me (boom, boom, boom, boom)
Niggas gettin' smoked in broad day and it's a shame
Don't matter if you was in front of the precinct, you gettin' stained
Ain't no respect in my hood unless you put in some pain (ha)
Keep sleepin' on my city and thinkin' this shit a game (think this shit a game)
We don't play fair, drive-bys right in front of the daycare (ah)
We spray hairpin triggers, that FN on the waist here (doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Yeah, garbage bags wrapped around the Ks here
Told you it's spooky, my nigga, it's Camp Crystal Lake here, Eastside (brr)

Bought my bitch the Chanel jacket with the big Chanel bag
Sneak the hammer in the club, the realest bitch I ever had (she sneak the hammer in)
My plug like Lulu, give me whatever I ask (Lulu)
Bucket low like Ace Boogie, I re-up two hundred cash (ha)
Richest nigga in the city, got my neck on Rick the Ruler (richest nigga in the city, bitch)
Press box at all the games, sittin' next to the Pegulas (ha)
Came up with them brick sellers, and them hundred pound movers (yeah)
I just made another play and bought a FN for my shooters, nigga (brr)
Machine, bitch (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

Yeah
You know what the fuck is up, nigga
Machine, bitch
Alchemist, nigga
Spooky, nigga
Way spooky, yeah
I'm gonna slap the black off one of you niggas, man
Haha, keep playin' with me, nigga
I'll smack the black off your fuckin' gums, boy
Machine

Writer(s): Daniel Alan Maman, Demond Price
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Royalty Network, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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What is the Meaning of Piano Love?

This track offers a raw and unfiltered glimpse into the gritty realities of street life as experienced by the artist. Conway the Machine employs vivid imagery and candid language to describe his journey from poverty to affluence, underscoring themes of survival, resilience, and ambition. The lyrics reflect the duality of his existence - his current wealth juxtaposed with his harsh past. His references to luxurious brands like Chanel signify his newfound prosperity, while mentions of ramen noodles and trap houses remind us of his humble beginnings. This fusion creates a unique narrative that underscores the struggle in achieving success amid adversity. Ultimately, "Piano Love" serves as an anthem for those striving to rise above their circumstances while remaining true to their roots. #StreetLife #RiseAbove

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