SWiTCH (i) [feat. Conway the Machine]

The author of this album has been arrested and behind bars on multiple occasions

For things ranging from robbery while armed with a deadly weapon to parole violation

Majority of their early career was funded in part by selling and distributing ganja

The Feds will shoot you because they out of breath

The fiends gon' pay you because they out of meth

I need me a milli' and not a dollar less

I used to think that vested meant to wear a vest

I don't own a stock, but I'll prolly crash

And if you say it's up, ****, that's your ass

At seventeen, they gave a **** fifteen

Huh, the judge called it being lenient

They call them stupid, but to me, it's kinda strange

'Cause to be a drug dealer, man, you got to be a genius

Can't let my jean pocket be the teeniest

So I'm looking for the ones that look the fiendiest

That transaction was the action that was leading to the bag

And I just keep that shit a secret like Bohemian (Bang, bang)

Shit, now I got a felony, they noses in the air, but they still ain't smelling me

Career ain't got no legs while these other **** centipedes

All 'cause they walk to school, me, I just walk the street

See, I gotta get paper

I'm fighting for stability, the fade like taper

Tell me, what's safer? Me running in a **** safe

Or get hit with the piece when I'm running from the jakes? (Bang, bang)

The Feds will shoot you because they out of breath

The fiends gon' pay you because they out of meth

I need me a milli' and not a dollar less

I used to think that vested meant to wear a vest

I don't own a stock, but I'll prolly crash

And if you say it's up, ****, that's your ass

Bang, bang

See, really who fault is this when ignorance is bliss?

Or when I went to sleep, it wasn't followed by a kiss

My momma didn't read me to bed as a kid

So why would I read to myself for the win?

I'd rather read the eyes of my opp before I sin

And when it's been confirmed on the news, then I grin

See, that's the shit that made me happy, ran up on him, caught him lacking

Knocked him down, I Warren Sapp'd him, ran down and overlapped him

The Feds will shoot you because they out of breath

I used to want a 9 to 5, grew up, now I'd rather have nine .45s

The fiends gon' pay you because they out of meth

With the switch and an extension, I am not the one to mention

I need me a milli' and not a dollar less

I used to think that vested meant to wear a vest

Choppa knocked him to a new dimension, now that **** dead in the trenches

I don't own a stock, but I'll prolly crash

And if you say it's up, ****, that's your ass

That's your ass, that's your ass, that's your ass

Look, they gave my homie forty, he gave them people a dub back

We started from the bottom, we got it from where the mud at

The OGs used to cut three holes in a skull cap

My youngest wear a Pooh Shiesty mask like, "Where the drugs at"

Been feeling uninspired, I'm trying to get my love back

It's like my heart versus my mind in a grudge match

Busta Rhymes told me, sometimes the industry does that

Don't let it go too long 'cause it's hard getting that buzz back

That's why I been rapping so immaculately

About the shit I actually seen or what happened to me

Or what I been through, I do it so passionately

Sometimes I wear my emotions like a patch on the sleeve

Of this varsity jacket that I threw on to match with my 3's

I believed in myself, they ain't have to believe

Some **** with me that'll wipe your nose if you happen to sneeze

Got 'em with me so they don't have to go back to the streets

Machine