Where You Know Me From

NEMS & Conway the Machine - Rap
Where You Know Me From
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Duration: 4:56
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[Intro] Hunnit shots (Brrrat) I only need one though (Hahahaha) Yeah (Fuck Ya Lyfe until the casket drops) I mean, y'all niggas been livin' good (Fuck Ya Lyfe until the casket drops) Niggas been shinin', all that (Fuck Ya Lyfe until the casket drops) I been out here grindin' (Fuck Ya Lyfe until the casket drops) It's my turn (Fuck Ya Lyfe until the casket drops) (Fuck Ya Lyfe until the casket drops) Gorilla [Verse 1] Niggas get paroled to a shelter Ramen noodles for they first meal, shit They ain't eating right Just did a decade Happy to be home with a job Wear they reflector vest to sleep at night Them niggas there know that I'm the dopest You in the crib hating smoking blunts filled with roaches (Fuck outta here) I get it in with the shooters While you five deep, zero bitches, chippin' in for hookah Fat nigga Anirtala on my arm piece Cuban cigar, sippin' Zimas out in Palm Beach That body from O-4 still haunts me Bitch, shut ya motherfuckin' mouth when the Don speak It's kinda hard to have dreams and aspirations When the time don't run out on the statute of limitations Armed robberies, I'll snatch it, no hesitation I'm a Coney Island legend, the statue's in front of Nathan's They shot homie at the dice game, took all his cheddar (Bow) I'm just mad they killed him 'fore he got to four or better They looked at me and passed his cash and watch And said, "Nems, it's Fuck Ya Lyfe until the casket drops We 'bout all that nigga In these streets showin' and provin' The 'Gram couldn't tell you half the shit that I be doin' In ya hood more than you are, keepin' the brand movin' G's on our heads but we the ones doin' the shootin' (Bah) Nah, fuck it, I don't wanna stop AK ya whole fuckin' building, nigga I don't want the Glock Shoot at ya head, fuck a warning shot Snuffin' industry niggas at parties like I don't wanna pop Gorilla Nems, I'm that nigga they hate Buck fifty through the window while you sit in your Wraith, h I told her, "Chill, Gunther, get in your place" Tried to call me by my government I spit in her face [Chorus] Where you know me from? (Yo, state ya name, ya zip code, social security, ATM, EBT, all that) Where you know me from? (Who the fuck sent you over here, nigga? I'll smack the shit out ya uncle, whoever, nigga, what) Where you know me from? (You know where the fuck you at nigga? This my shit, my shit homie) Where you know me from? (I never heard of you Duke, keep bangin' motherfucker, Lyfer-gang) [Verse 2: Conway] Look I run through that shortcut, let the shotty buck (Boom, boom) Hit them pussy niggas make em lose a body part (Gang) Had niggas sick when they see that Masi park Hopped out rocking the suedefade Wally Clarks (You see me, nigga) I been through shit niggas have not seen (Uh huh) Wash the dishes bitch get them pots clean (Get in there) I'm like the shootin' guard on the top team (Uh huh) Wig shot made his top lean (Brrrt) Left him laid out front of the liquor store (Gas) Seen his brains hit the windows, said, "That's it for sure" (Uh) I got the rap game in a figure four Top ten verses of the year I got like six or more (Hahaha) Free my dog behind the prison wall (Free my nigga) Ma niggas take ya money like it isn't yours (Haa) I don't want the yayo if it isn't pure So don't hit my phone unless you want a brick or more (Machine) [Bridge] Where you know me from? (Watch ya mother fuckin mouth nigga Where you know me from?) [Verse 3] I got that "Nems, you gettin' fat" money Bank account say I'm movin' bricks, that's just hat money Boy, knock that bitch nigga out in front of police Bail and lawyers on me, I got that money (Yup, yup) Bout to hire a team of workers to ship and deliver my merchandise That's staff money, ain't that funny? (Yup) 'Cause I remember there were nights I didn't have money Did it on my own and you never can take that from me Come and try, nigga, I'll put you in a coma (Bop) Say it's lonely at the top, well I've always been a loner (Uh) Bitch I'll make ya boyfriend go to the store to buy me Dutches and I don't even smoke 'Cause he a doja (He ain't tough) Yea I don't smoke and I hate drinkin' But I'll shoot you right in front of ya bitch like Abe Lincoln (Bop) Was at a barbecue earlier Ma man said, "Gorilla, how you not signed to a label? What is they thinkin'?" I said it won't be long 'fore they acknowledge it Built my whole shit off of skills, I never politic Real niggas and college kids Know they ain't a rapper as hot as this But even if there was I'd fuckin' rock their shit Where you know me from? [Outro] Uh-huh, oh yea? Then let me hold a gun Fuck outta here, nigga Nems
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Credits
- Writers
- Conway the Machine
- NEMS