Conway the Machine - Puzo Lyrics

Yeah, Griselda i just wanna be myself
Know what i mean?
I ain't tryna be like all these other niggas
Fuck these niggas by the way hahaha, yeah

I told you it was gettin spooky grim
Look at these niggas like who is them?
Yeah, bodies left, when I'm through with them
I'm in the booth, spewing phlegm
This shit is cinematic, you should film
Uh, told my shooter tonight we movin' in
I shoot the 10 gauge, niggas'll lose a limb
Uh, bottle of Spade lobster fried rice
If this The Source era
GOAT would've got 5 mics
I'm just recitin my life when I write
You can't afford a feature, it's a high price
They shot my nigga in the thigh twice
He died right on the spot
The bullet hit an artery, I cried nights
Told his brother we gon' ride
That's on my life
50 rounds loaded in my pipe
For the fire fight
Misplaced checks all over my Nike's
I rhyme nice
Google it nigga go check my highlights

I ain't nuttin' like these niggas
And they nuttin like me (not at all)
See their face when they lookin
From the side line (they mad)
I'm everything that you wanna be (haaaaa)
In your projects with all my jewels on
My shooter got it on him if you move wrong
Wig shot left his roof gone (Boom boom boom)
Wig shot left his roof gone

You already know how I move bro
Machine write that mafia shit, Mario Puzo
Told lil bro if he move let off the uzo
Put his shit back on his
Stomach you dumpin' too low i'm too blunted
Count blue hundreds you know the usual
Bitches in London love like me
I was Jason Derulo
You pop shit, then apologized
You still food though
Just cause you paid me for a feature
Don't mean we cool bro
It was all business, you ain't squad
You ain't GxFR nigga
I stood on that corner long winters
Hot pockets and chips
Shit, my pocket rocket was a
Glock and two clips
Now it's a hundred thousand just
To hop in a whip
Shopping at Phipps with a provocative bitch
The kicks that I'm rockin' from Kith
They say this flow that I got is a gift
That's why I gotta be at the top of the list
When they speak of the best
Cause what I'm jottin is sick
(you see what I'm doing?)
This shit that I'm jottin has gotten me rich
Shot on my head and lived
That some Impossible shit
We stood on the blocks nigga we made chips
Niggas got out of pocket
Then we sprayed sticks (brrt)
Pushed the white Wraith
When they see me they flip (uh huh)
Huh, paint the top red like D Wade lips
(haaaa) , motherfuckas

I ain't nuttin' like these niggas
And they nuttin like me (not at all)
See their face when they lookin
From the side line (they mad)
I'm everything that you wanna be (haaaaa)
In your projects with all my jewels on
My shooter got it on him if you move wrong
Wig shot left his roof gone (Boom boom boom)
Wig shot left his roof gone

Yeah who the fuck is these niggas man?
I ain't nothing like these niggas man
Me and my niggas move different feel me?
Straight like that
Niggas know what's up nigga
I ain't even gotta explain
You run up nigga, you getting ran down on
Period
I don't give a fuck who listenin' nigga
Hahaha that's how we do nigga
I stay with it, stay ready nigga
Straight like that, Griselda bitch
Machine nigga, Daringer what up?