Ballads (Explicit)

Ballads (Explicit) - JID/Conway the Machine

Lyrics by：Destin Route/Desmond Price/John Welch/Jeremy Kulousek/Warren Sams/William Peele

Composed by：Destin Route/Desmond Price/John Welch/Jeremy Kulousek/Warren Sams/William Peele

Wasn't used to taking orders if I'm rude my apologies

I never been a follower I'm addicted to the power

So I've studied the remains

Of the game I'm an archaeologist

More money more problems

That's a tough pill to swallow

If you ain't about that s**t that you be talkin'

Three holes in his head bowling balled him

Who's brawling nah

You calling God but s**t me too

He gotta hear one of us

I can give him a chance to meet you if you wanna

Cool Cat backed in that corner ooh I got a boner

Please show me my opponent

You and your homie he with you that's a bonus

1-1 2 shots that's Sabonis

Never had squat tried keeping up with the Joneses

Try wearing off-knocks n***as popular with Junior

N***a I been hungry for a time I was homeless

I honed in my skill sharp sword swings along for the moment

Atonement in my tone

Ownership is the only s**t I've been voyaging

Voices in my head and then I go record it

I've been ordered by the Lord

Kill the beat beat a dead horse

Ill swordsman sportsmanship

That's horseshit copious corpses

Outsourcing for resources

You got a gun we got assortments

They make appointments joint rolling join forces

And we rejoice when real n***as

Lift their voices for the voiceless

They feel like they gotta be offensive

To be able to get they point across

They feel like they gotta be offensive

To be able to get they point across

Feel like they got to go up folks

Necks to get they point across

But guess what

There's a way y'know what I'm sayin'

There's effective conflict y'get what I'm sayin'

Let the machi-uh yeah

Yeah let the Machine go

Let the yeah let that s**t up

Stash boxes for the straps in the navigator

Don C alligator

A lot of rappers they just imaginative exaggerators

Box landed take them packs

And put them on the calculator

Weigh it up and stash it bro

I'm coming back to bag it later

That b***h bad I'ma bag her then go stab her later

Got the p***y free

I didn't have to pay her

Got the bags so if it come to that trust me

I have the paper

But I'm just that n***a

I ain't have to get her drunk or incapacitate her

Yeah I'm MVP form like Shaq for Lakers

Ain't no silverware in the trap f**k it grab a hanger

Ratchet sprayer Buffalo got the highest murder

Rate in New York state

That's a fact check the stats and data

I was deep in them trenches

Homeless in Atlanta sleeping on benches

Now b***hes see me in this Benz

And it's peakin' they interest

Dawg caught a body L-I-F-E was the sentence

He gave his life to God seeking repentance

Yeah

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