Conway the Machine - Babas** lyrics

Lyrics from snippet [Verse 1: Keisha Plum] Blood gurglin' at the back of his throat The smell of gunpowder suffocated his nose Echoes of screams clingin' to life But he will never leave, came back like it's prophecy Roberto Cavalli drenched in Burberry trenches Immaculate in Prada boots Tom Ford florals, double breasted suits Send a message to him, from his beloved auntie Left blood on her lace doilies It'll be weeks before they find her body And I'm lookin' like the goddess of beauty Gettin' fed white grapes by a shorty named [?] I'm fingerin' her pussy as he kisses her on the neck She is our bird's nest, I ask for her by request The night gets wet Spontaneous shootouts ni**as bring out the heat in the chilly Buffalo streets Live bodies all over the concrete This is what happens when Keisha Plum meets the Machine Smokin' weed by the pound, the devil's playground Burnt mahogany, truffle oils, Persian caviar The bullets left artwork in his skin Beautiful scars [Interlude] God God Don't Make Mistakes God Don't Make Mistakes God Don't Make Mistakes God Don't Make Mistakes [Verse 2: Conway the Machine] Uh, zipper on stomach, that's mad stitches, young mothers crackin' dishes Young ni**a's father never present, that was missin' Young kings pack the jail, pack the prison, come home, go back to prison Bad decisions, bad position, judges over-sentence, that was [?] Look out for police stations, old cases, probation Parole boards with dirty lawyers, uh, yeah Closed the schools, uncle paid, teachers missin' education Race discrimination, fu*k a job application Trap house, twelve twelve, bags, plates, invasions Not Jesus Chirst, forty-five is my savior Bells Palsy, bullet scars, foreign cars Celestial beings align with the stars, aw Look what I became I went from king to a god