Conway the Machine & Big Ghost Ltd - Icon - Lyrics
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The song was produced by Big Ghost LTD.
At this point, a low-end piano keystroke is all but guarantee that a banger is underway.
Such is indeed the case for Conway The Machine and Big Ghost LTD's new "Icon," an early highlight off his recent album No One Mourns The Wicked.
Given the ominous title, it's no surprise that the pair concocted something truly sinister on this one, with Big Ghost's grimy samples setting the tone for nocturnal activities.
And who better to act as our narrator than Conway, one of the game's most stellar lyricists at the moment.
Conway the Machine & Big Ghost Ltd - Icon (prod.
Big Ghost LTD) Lyrics.
[Intro] Yeah (Brr) Uh (Brr) Uh (Brr) Yeah [Verse] Got twenty pointers on my neck (Uh huh) Got the Rollie face flooded with baguettes (Cap) All VS bust down, bitch, my wrist is wet (Woo) My bro just touched down with a brick of Fent' (Fentanyl) Huh, we don't tolerate no disrespect (Not at all) Shoot up your mama love house with this baby TEC (Brr) I see you niggas' jewelry and I ain't impressed Coke resi' on my stove, I just made a mess (Whip it up) I always knew that we would take it far (Cap) It's like the streets, how we take your corner and make it ours (Cap) I see a pussy nigga, I'ma spray his car Pass the gun to bro, he Draymond Green, he gon' take the charge (Woo) Mayweather take his ratchet when he play the yard (Uh huh) Behind the wall, he see an opp and leave his face with scars (All that, nigga) You see my driveway, it's full of racin' cars And a Wraith with stars in the roof, boy, my paper large (Talk to 'em) Go ask your favorite rappers what's in they garage (What you got, nigga?) I got more money than the CEO and A&R I take the raw, put it in the pot, and I make it hard Youngin holdin' that chopper like he play guitar (Hahahaha) Nigga get out of pocket, I'ma break his jaw (Uh huh) I like a rap nigga chain, I make him take it off (Run that shit, pussy) I whip the yayo in the mayo jar (Cap) Fronted my man a thirty-one on Thanksgiving, that's what he thankful for (Hah) I text Flee Lord top of the top (What up, nigga?) I was up early with a block and a pot (Whippin') Look how I bounced back after gettin' shot in my top Now I'm hoppin' in drops, bitch with me with a Glock on her crotch (She got my shit, nigga) Used to play the block with a knot in my socks (Uh huh) Went to the box, hit a nigga with a lock in the sock (Cap) Yeah, forty pointers what I got in the watch We runnin' shit and we not finna stop, ah (Brr, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Yeah [Outro] You niggas need an OG, nigga So I'm OG-in' this shit whether you like it or not Based on a motherfuckin' true story, nigga That's what the fuck it is You got to understand that If you involve yourself with certain things You need to have that shit surrounded You don't find birds and fuckin' fish together So you can't be a gangbang motherfucker And have a motherfuckin' schoolboy with you You don't need no schoolboy type of motherfucker That's what ends up and make these punk, pussy ass niggas turn rat on you niggas Big Ghost Ltd