Last Week (Big Ghost LTD Version)

Lyrics

[Intro: Conway the Machine] (Trust) (Brrt) Yeah (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot) Uh Look [Verse 1: Conway the Machine] You a real nigga in my book if you loyal Big homie, you ain't gotta lift a finger, niggas put it in for you (Big homie, huh?) May Block, had my foot in the soil (May Block, nigga) Send some young niggas through your hood, drillin' like they lookin' for oil (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Put the coca in the pot and I'ma cook up the oils Got some water in the pot that I'ma put to a boil (Whip up) Gettin' money in the hood, the feds look to destroy you "Machine, they know you a killer, they look to avoid you" (Fuck out my way, nigga) Yola bricks, Coca-Cola Kith (Huh?) Uh, I've been known to stretch since Motorola flips (Yeah) Uh, every flow that's spit, them shits Ebola sick And I ain't even wrote this shit, I'm the GOAT, you bitch (You bitch) Uh, rappers on my level, they don't exist (Talk to 'em) Uh, stick in the chopper shaped like a goalie stick (Brrt) I've been on my shit since the back of my head and throat was hit But ever since, I got only rich, them niggas both clipped, Machine (Ahahaha) [Verse 2: 38 Spesh] Ayo, last week, I was gone three days flat Flew to get the bricks, put 'em on the freeway back You get your first lil' pack and spend G's at Saks I'm rich, but still get shit from T.J. Maxx Never believed we'd see the day that we pay tax Used to get the work and treat it like a relay match You're re-in' up with under a dub, them teenage stacks Your team got eleven G's like the Green Bay Packs I can get you anything with a delivery fee Why the fuck would you want a leaf when I can get you a tree? I'm a doctor, but ain't got an official degree But got numerous pharmaceuticals, could get you a ki' No security in the club, just my pistol and me Even though these bullets expensive, I'ma hit you for free Got these long missiles with me that'll rip through your V Hit you with three, let's see who love you unconditionally [Outro: 38 Spesh] Spesh (Trust) I was born in a barrel of butcher knives I've been shot in my ass with two Colt .45s I've been slapped by a bear and bit by an eel I chew up railroad iron and shit out steel