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Crime Pays

Album cover art for "Crime Pays" by E Jake & Conway the Machine

E Jake & Conway the Machine - Rap

Crime Pays

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April 3, 2017.

Lyrics

[Verse 1: E Jake] Switch whips like chicks hate gettin spotted by a fraud Switch my broads like drawers, so my feelings not involved Look- I need 'em fresh, let me iron out my problems And uh- don't need the stress, why don't you whine about it tomorrow Dope money, coke money, roll a gun smoke money Break bullets down like bud if we get it in blood I'm with whatever, feed the children Really not with the killin, more about all this this audio drug dealin Look we thug niggas, love women, love winnin' Don't wanna hear about when was winnin', duhhhhh nigga I got the keys call me DJ Khaled/ And uh- I got the greens, call me MC salad I gotta lotta lettuce, lotta cheddar cheese, lotta cabbage Pourin' diamond dressin over yellow, white, rose gold karats Forgive me lord I'm talkin' like a savage We Barcotic rhyme slangin, name rangin', livin' lash [Bridge: E Jake] A brink stash, minks drag, payin bills and drink tabs Calculate your moves slow, but you gotta think fast (think fast nigga, matter fact think cash nigga) Boost and brag, post the swag, IG I post & tag Pound key Life is Good, round me, Broke is Bad (true facts nigga, that's why I think cash nigga) [Hook: E Jake] Crime Pays *repeat 4x* [Verse 2: Conway (the Machine)] Look, all my shooters lurk well (they lurkin' nigga) Mac rangin' like church bells (brrrrrttt) Cocaine ressy on my work scale Keep a strap, fuck who you shot, you could get murked still (can take an L too nigga) Pussy Get your brains blew in the wind Ayo these niggas can't fuck with me when I'm movin' the pen Move a hundred bags of sour then do it again (hustlin'!) I'm '96 Jordan, I'ma shoot for the win (haaa!) Pack the big gat with the long pipe The jacket is Off-White Before rap I actually offed white (talk to 'em) Yeah- that's facts, I had a hard life I could remember coming home to cut off lights (uh-huh) I even starved nights Got a pack from homie then I ran it up Sellin' fifties in the trap house with the hammer tucked Ain't leavin' til my plans is up, you trippin' if you thinkin' that my nine don't spray Who sayin' crime don't pay? I tell them niggas [Hook: E Jake] Crime Pays *repeat 3X*

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Credits

Writers
  • Conway the Machine
  • E Jake