Relate
[Intro: Conway The Machine]
Yeah
I don't go to church my nigga
You know what I mean?
But I pray though
I mean, I think we all pray at some point
You know?
[Chorus: Conway The Machine]
I pray to God and I ask him keep me safe
But before I leave the house I throw my pistol on my waist (waist)
Sometimes I hate to look up in that mirror, see my face
But I'm here for a reason, God ain't making no mistakes
I got some homies in the feds, I got homies that's upstate
And I come from a city every day you see a wake
All the stress is adding up, I got so much on my plate
Feel like I've been through it all, real niggas can relate
Real niggas can relate
[Verse 1: Conway The Machine]
It's complicatеd, chasing this dream and tryna' make it
Imma' be honеst, honestly I don't think Imma' make it
Tryna' be patient, getting older, my clock is racing
Rapping for years, feeling like all that time was wasted
Shot and made it, that's by the grace of God, I made it
Bullet in my neck, wig shot, I ate it (Hahaha)
I ain't go to physical therapy 'cause rapping was my medication
I just want you to see the dedication (Uh!)
I just want you to see my ambition
Face is paralyzed but here I am, spittin'
I might not look like these niggas, I got the better flow
I'll probably never make it, but shit you never know
I'm living proof, nigga
Just show me to the booth, nigga (Point it out)
I don't give a fuck about your opinion
Before you judge me, you gotta walk a mile in my boots, nigga
[Chorus: Conway The Machine]
[Verse 2: Conway The Machine]
Bust down the swisher and roll a seven
Think I just need to talk to somebody, maybe a reverend
I heard out of every mistake, you learn a lesson
I don't go to church but look at my son, I see my blessing
Hope he don't follow my footsteps, he only seven
Fuck the streets, he could be the next Bron Bron or Kevin Durant
If I don't make it, then fuck it, Westside tell him
Save your money, take care of your mama, you'll get your blessing
Don't be nothing like your daddy, I ain't make it through school (Nah)
Break my kush up on my bible then load my tool (Amen)
And I ain't never snitching, I promise, I know the rule
Nigga snitched on his brother, come home, like shit is cool (Pssshh)
I ain't nothing like you, niggas
Hear the pain when I'm in the booth, nigga (You hear it)
I don't give a fuck about your opinion
Before you judge me, you gotta walk a mile in my boots, nigga!
[Chorus: Conway The Machine]