Letra de ' Courtside (feat. Jannique “Nique” Heard) ' de Conway The Machine

Suddenly, the smell of chlorine has been replaced by that pungent that I'm getting so used to there, off the coca leaf
And, bizarrely, it has become an acquired smell

Look, you niggas couldn't fuck with me on your best day
I just dropped a fresh plate, niggas knew it's classic before they pressed play (Hah)
Rockin' the Richard Mille with the wet face
You rap niggas been playin' checkers, nigga, this is chess play (Woo)
Kilo Cuban necklace got my neck laced
Park in the underground garage at Barclays when I go watch the Nets play (Hah)
I drop classic after classic, bitch, check my success rate
I'm battin' a hundred, nigga, the Mookie Betts way (Hah), just wait till my next tape
I just ordered my next Wraith, niggas get wrong as tech play (Brr)
TEC spray, send you to God and tell you: Have a blessed day (Boom boom boom)
Let's make a toast, pop a cork on a fresh Ace
I ascended to the top at a Kamikaze fighter jet pace (Hah)
I could front you a brick, but I come with a stick when I come to collect pay (Where my bread at?)
The day you play with my money will be your death day (Picture that!)
Five hundred Ps in the mail, they gon' touch down the next day (Hah)
We gotta eat (We gotta eat, hahaha, yeah, nigga, Machine)

Yeah, this for my niggas in the yard, ratchet on 'em, doin' pull-ups (Doin' pull-ups)
Yeah, yeah, yeah-ah (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom)
This for the niggas in the hood, ratchet on 'em, they gon' pull up (Gon' pull up)
Yeah, yeah, yeah-ah (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom)

I keep ChineGun in mind, when I pen rhymes
Good shit, slime, I barely even pen rhymes (Hah)
But check the paperwork, it's in my name, bet you that Benz mines (Talk to 'em!)
Even when I ain't got a shooter with me, bet you my bitch'll stab you ten times (Hahahahaha!)
You fuck niggas better get in line
Bro, you sold like three hundred and fifty vinyls, how you think you big time? (That ain't nothin', nigga!)
I know niggas behind the wall that's doin' big time (Hah)
Every other day, five hundred diamonds on the incline (Yeah, nigga)
I call the mechanic, that's my shooter when it's wrench time
Took my bag from the tour to the connect, I didn't spend mine (Not at all)
I don't know if it's hate or jealousy, but I know that between both, it's a thin line
But regardless, fuck them niggas, I keep a big nine (Boom boom boom boom boom boom!)

Yeah, this for my niggas in the yard, ratchet on 'em, doin' pull-ups (Doin' pull-ups)
Yeah, yeah, yeah-ah (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom)
This for the niggas in the hood, ratchet on 'em, they gon' pull up (Gon' pull up)
Yeah, yeah, yeah-ah (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom)

Yeah, yeah, yeah-ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah-ah
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