Letra de 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