Where You Know Me From - Nems, CONWAY THE MACHINE

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

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

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)

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)

Where you know me from?

(Watch ya mother fuckin mouth nigga

Where you know me from?)

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?

Uh-huh, oh yea?

Then let me hold a gun

Fuck outta here, nigga

Nems