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lirik lagu 14 ki’s – conway the machine & the alchemist

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transcribing

[verse 1]
the mac in the burberry trenches
free all the real rights that’s servin’ a sentence
yeah, i emerge from the trenches
it was crack that i served from the benches
got a bird and i rinsed it, now i’m swervin’ in benzes
thirty x6s, i could murk you from distance
keep my gun in perfect condition
machine get dirty like ben wallace puttin’ in work for the pistons
ridin’, louis kicks virgil*made, sh*ts is purple suede
k!lla cam purple haze while we was servin’ yay
fire comin’ out it when we burn the ks
we winnin’ like the cowboys back in the michael irving days
yeah, got out of jail and my fur was beige
actin’ like you hit it, quit it, your did thirty days
p*ssy, i body beats and i murder the stage
let you n*ggas slide and let chinegun turn in his grave

[chorus]
i’m gettin’ money like i’m supposed to be
i ain’t want your ho, that b*tch chose me
i came a long way from doat street
when it’s time to shoot, i don’t get cold feet
this the life that we chose, get the white, hit the road
get it right through the toll, right?
get the white, hit the road, get it right through the toll
this the life that we chose, right?

[verse 2]
sh*t ain’t a game, n*gga, use caution
rapper come to my city, young n*gga gon’ try to take his jewels off him
gettin’ money, that’s what i do often
get treated like i’m the big ticket when i’m movin’ through boston
they prayin’ on my downfall, want me to lose fortune
few bands, the christian loub’s costin’
white girls tell me my d*ck is too awesome
i said don’t cross the line and you crossed it, now i want smoke, i’m through talkin’
n*gga, la ferrari, i threw often
my compadres shoot [❓❓]
n*gga, bodies drop when they through sparkin’
now your mama gotta sell [❓❓] just to get you a coffin
balenciaga drip with my exotic b*tch
i put the play together and i got us rich
i feel like rico when he got at mitch
that’s fourteen birds? that’s a lot of bricks, b*tch

[chorus]
i’m gettin’ money like i’m supposed to be
i ain’t want your ho, that b*tch chose me
i came a long way from doat street
when it’s time to shoot, i don’t get cold feet
this the life that we chose, get the white, hit the road
get it right through the toll, right?
get the white, hit the road, get it right through the toll
this the life that we chose, right?