Conway - Red Beams lyrics

Got the throttle in a Balenciaga jean jacket Beam on the ratchet, you see we active N***a, you see we whack s**t Thirties in them Glocks when you see me clap s**t The shooter of my team, I’m Steven Jackson and I want all the smoke They knew one day I’d be called the GOAT with the bars I wrote Since my mother’s water broke (Talk to ’em) Uh, they highly regarded when I spoke (Hah) This s**t like the lethal injection, but a larger dose (No cap) See they events, they don’t never let the Machine in it (They don’t let me in) I mean, who I gotta compete against? A bunch of little boys and autotune-singin’ comedians LeBron when he went back to Cleveland, here come the king again (Here come the king again, n***a) I just flew this pretty b***h that resembles Saweetie in Booked her flight with Expedia, she said, “You bein’ cheap again” (Hah) fu*kin’ that b***h raw, bust in her and I’m gon’ leave it in Then have her in a Uber, textin’ when she gon’ see me again? Streets wanted to see me and Big Ghost do our thing again (We back, n***a) They see the level up, they know the kind of bags I’m bringin’ in (I’m eatin’) Greek Freak s**t, 2020, I’m MVP again Showed the whole world nobody fu*kin’ with me again (Nobody fu*kin’ with me, n***a), look I’m from the bottom, most of our mamas was drug addicts (Huh) Then we grew up and started dabblin’ in drug traffic (No cap) That was the homie, now we gotta throw a slug at ’em (Brr) Got his paperwork back, found out that he was rattin’ (B***h) Send the goons to see his baby moms (Send the goons to go see that b***h) He gon’ walk in, he gon’ see a shooter, baby in his arms (Come in the house, n***a, gimme that fu*kin’ paper, n***a) Yeah, f**k your b***h and your kids, n***a You know what you did, n***a (You know what you did, p***y) They found pieces of his brains in the kitchen Machine, yo, you trippinnn’