Conway The Machine - London Pound Lyrics






[Berner:]
Yeah, Machine, what up?
This a vibe
Cookin' Soul

Vacation house cost a quarter milli' for the week
From rubber bands on the wrist to VV's on the new Philippe
We got a different reach, I'm global plus your boy a mogul
A million pounds at the ranch house in Acapulco
Rare Polo and vintage lenses, I'm whippin' Benzes
Rest in peace, they killed my lil' homie for his necklace
Don Pérignon, all this shit I smoke is strong
Mow the lawn, the snakes in the mix, I want 'em gone
I'm out in Brooklyn moving, just broke the digi' scale
They broke, they wanna see me fail, 'cause their bag is stale
Crab cakes and cocaine, convos with the real cartel
This shit fly, the work your plug got is hard to sell
Conway, I'm on one, a hundred in my carry-on
The fast life is beautiful, it doesn't last very long
NY, we ready, branded baggies in my 'telly, yeah
Bulletproof Chevy and my shooter's hand steady

[Conway:]
Yeah, talk your shit, playboy
I mean we runnin' this shit right now
We got somethin' special on the way too
Look

Came up movin' sixty-twos, makin' raw sales
Baking soda in that pot, it make that raw swell
We ran it up, that money doing cartwheels
Cake me jake, I don't let time imagine how my dawg feel (Free brodie)
We at Nobu eatin' crabs, you know, the soft shell (We eatin' good)
Whole lot of Gelati, I keep my cigar filled (Smokin')
Scorpion stamp all in them bricks, that's from the cartel (Uh-huh)
Bag heavy, pick it up, it feel like I'm liftin' barbells, yeah
Turkey Backwoods, smokin' out the pound
London pound wrapped in my vibe, I don't fuck around (Uh-uh)
Fuck around, one of my guys come and buck you down
Gun you down, shoot up your corner with a hundred rounds, yeah
The sound provided by Cookin' Soul (Uh-huh)
Came in this game from out of nowhere and I took control (I took shit over, nigga)
Rockin' my jewels, I'm goin' to see one of my Brooklyn hoes
A hundred thousand last month, that's just from bookin' shows
My bro just took a loss, it hurt him to his soul (Damn)
He lost a hundred, UPS workers done took his load (Niggas grimy)
Yeah, we came a long way from cookin' O's (Facts)
Now it's a driveway full of foreigns, bitch, look at those, woah
You niggas broke, I can tell
I'm 'bout to drop this new shit and it got that GOAT album feel
You niggas talkin' all spicy, well how much did your album sell? (Nothin')
Nigga, I would've still had the bag if I ain't have no album deal, for real





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  1. A.... B....

    Watched conway's vlad interviews didnt want to listen cuz I'm a 80's baby but conway make me feel like I'm back in the golden age of hip hop but a new feel at the same time I hope he take over he the truth real talk I'm impressed

  2. T.... S....

    Go buy that album

  3. B.... B....

    I'm taking shadys advice and taking notice of this guy

  4. B.... C....

    Conway and Bern ...thats hard

  5. J.... B....

    Cookin Soul You did it again .... Fire

  6. G.... ....

    bangin this in my bulletproof chevy

  7. T.... B....

    This shit crazy

  8. S.... ....

    They killed my lil homie for his necklace

  9. L.... 8....

    Cookin Soul fire!

  10. P.... ....

    This shit right here

  11. a.... g....

    One of the illest beats period..Pure style i have smoked a pound on this.....

  12. T.... S....

    🔥🔥🔥🔥

  13. B.... C....

    Love it , real hip hop. GXFR

  14. O.... d....

    Can't get into Berner but he smooth on this one

    O.... d....

    Lol he always smooth.

    O.... d....

    @onlee643 lol some songs sound forced to me. I like how he match this beat tho

    O.... d....

    ill make a list for you to slap

    O.... d....

    @Tyrone B. bet

    O.... d....

    @Oro de David Nada, Stories, Marijuana and Feelin

  15. J.... D....

    Peace to cooking soul for whipping up a dope beat. Fiya eif3 my fav

  16. r.... s....

    Yes Suh....

  17. T.... B....

    Allday...