Blessings Of The King (feat. Conway The Machine)

Huge machine shops
And see the kind of equipment
That is being used for the production of engine parts
The first machine of this type
For the blessings of the king
For the blessings of the king
For the blessings of the king
For the blessings of the king
For the blessings of the king
For the blessings of the king
For the blessings of the king
I'm a ill nigga, baby, uh, uh

You gotta love it
For real, nigga, you gotta love it
Hundred million dollars, I gotta touch it
My bitch hop out a truck rocking a Prada bucket
Pussy good, I gotta fuck it
Every time, I be trying to hit the bottom of it
Fly to Colorado to watch the Nuggets
And, test a few strands, sent back boxes of it by the dozen
Yeah, this shit I did on these beats is the shit I did in the streets
This album just a biproduct of it, uh
Can't even trust your family, nigga robbed his cousin
His momma said: Whatever happen, that grimy nigga got it coming
Momma said: Whatever happen, that grimy nigga got it coming
Machine, I'm just built different, you know how I'm constructed
They shot me
I rebounded from it like I was Andre Drummond
Empty the mop middle of the street, they say Conway bugging
Machine

I'm back on the stove again
Got the double R on the road again
Momma, there go that man, they know it's him
Cover me, I'm going in
I'm back on the stove again
Got the double R on the road again
Momma, there go that man, they know it's him
Cover me, I'm going in