Vertino
Conway the Machine Joey Bada$$ Lyrics
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Life is good, man
Life is good
Yeah
Told you
I told you (I told them niggas)
Can't fuck with me, nigga
For real (brrt)
Know what the fuck is up, nigga? (Look)
Seen a fiend fight a vein in her ankle to shoot it
Shot that pussy nigga in his knee like we draining some fluid
Rob a rapper at his own show, took his chain and I threw it
Stupid
The renegade, you been afraid
Shot penetrated my shoulders, still didn't knock the chip away
My heart only got colder
Yeah, cold as Minnesota in October
Yola in the pot swoll up, stop, hold up (talk to 'em)
They starting to holla what I sing
They following my thing
They gotta acknowledge me as king, nigga (uh-huh)
Nah, this is God level Ferra' yellow
Biting every switch, burn 'em with the stick like marshmellow
You thirty-something and broke, still driving a bitch car
Talking about you out getting licks off
I was so comfy in the hood, I could trap with my kicks off
Now I'm in that 'Bach, brown interior, call it Biscoff
Bitch, I'm the big dawg
Draw plays like I'm coach Curry holding the clipboard (yeah)
I take time out, I got Warriors on my bench, Chris Paul
Whenever I'm triggered my trigger finger itch more (uh-huh)
Reach in my pocket I could pull hunnids out by the fistful (yeah, look)
Ain't nobody put me on, I think y'all took it wrong
Y'all better go back, do you Google research and look some more
Watch them YouTube vids 'bout the man with the bullet scars
West and Butch will tell you it was the crooked jaw that took us off
Verse was eye-popping, we skyrocketed (yeah)
My mind shine like diamonds on one of Westside watches
Went from buying sixty-two grams to going pie shopping
My shooter on tour with me, he just was on Crime Stoppers (facts, nigga)
Yeah, they still looking for him (huh?)
Nigga had a brick, gave me two thousand to cook it for him (okay)
'Chine give the go, niggas hit your top with a bullet for him
I get big money at will when I'm putting letters together, I wheel of fortune
I show niggas love somehow, I'm still the villan for it
She tryna fuck a rapper so she can feel important
That's why she tryna be all in my section with liquor pouring
Six in the morning, police at my door
Guns by the bed, money in the floor
Neighbors looking at me like, "He sell that raw"
Fiends know it's pure so they keep coming for more
And the blood keep coming, time to up that score
One hand scratch the other one, that's just law
Your bitch looking at me like, "He got that raw"
Fiends know it pure so they keep coming for more
My style is minimalistic, plain Jane simplistic (yeah)
I'm like Ace and Money Mitch but really on some pimp shit
Fallin' off ain't too realistic, niggas tellin' tales
Could sell you news stories but this crack still sells
Rule number one, never ghost the clientele (never)
Fiends linin' at my door, they need that shit now (now)
Ten Crack Commandments, yo, I knows it too well (yeah)
This the same dope I'm dishin' out, just on a different scale
Let me break it down if you don't see the vicious steel (listen)
You see, I got them hooked on the real (real)
I bossed up in and went to Columbia for the deal
Like fuck the "pop a pill" shit, this that pure raw they wanna feel (fuck it)
Scarcity in the market, I'm expandin' the margin
And it's only a problem if the product ain't what it's promised (uh)
'Cause any competition get demolished
These niggas know my shit hit the hardest, to be honest
Graduated from the school of hard rock with my honors
Started on the block and made it to the top from the bottom
Used to cook it at my grandmama spot, we was starvin'
Right or wrong, the truth be timeless
Block away from Marcy Projects, we was prospects
Gainin' knowledge on to different ways to fill our pockets (yeah)
Tryna make a profit in order to afford every object we desired (yeah, yeah)
Like, one day I'll retire
But for now, I'll be the main supplier of that fuckin' fire
Six in the morning, police at my door (Badmon)
Guns by the bed, money in the floor (yeah, uh)
Neighbors looking at me like, "He sell that raw" (yeah)
Fiends know it's pure so they keep coming for more (brrt)
And the blood keep coming, time to up that score
One hand scratch the other one, that's just law
Your bitch looking at me like, "He got that raw"
Fiends know it pure so they keep coming for more
In the song "Vertino" by Conway the Machine featuring Joey Bada$$, the opening lines set the tone for a gritty portrayal of street life and survival. The vivid imagery of a fiend "fight a vein in her ankle to shoot it" and the singer shooting someone in the knee suggests a sense of desperation and violence in the singer's environment. The act of robbing a rapper at their own show for their chain showcases a bold and fearless attitude, indicating a willingness to do whatever it takes to come up in a cutthroat world.
The lyrics also touch on themes of resilience and defiance in the face of adversity. The mention of being a "renegade" who remains unfazed by setbacks, even when "shot penetrated my shoulders," speaks to a stoic resolve and an unwillingness to let hardship break him. The reference to his heart getting colder and being as cold as Minnesota in October further emphasizes a hardened mindset and a sense of detachment necessary for survival in such circumstances.
As the verses progress, the lyrics delve into themes of success, power, and the trappings of material wealth. The singer boasts of upgrading from trapping in the hood to cruising in a 'Bach with a luxurious interior, asserting his status as a big dog in the game. The imagery of drawing plays like Coach Curry and having Warriors on the bench symbolizes strategic thinking and having a team to support his moves. The reference to pulling out hundreds by the fistful highlights a newfound financial abundance and a sense of self-made success.
The later verses delve deeper into the drug trade and the complexities of navigating that world. The singer reflects on the rules of the game, such as never ghosting the clientele and understanding the importance of delivering on promises. The lyrics also touch on the allure and dangers of the lifestyle, with references to fiends lining up at the door for the product and the constant pressure to maintain a profitable operation. Ultimately, the lyrics paint a vivid picture of a hustler's journey from humble beginnings to a position of power and influence, all while grappling with the moral and ethical implications of his choices in a harsh and unforgiving environment.
Line by Line Meaning
Seen a fiend fight a vein in her ankle to shoot it
I witnessed a drug addict struggle to inject heroin into her vein
Shot that pussy nigga in his knee like we draining some fluid
I shot a weak enemy in the knee as if draining fluid from a wound
Rob a rapper at his own show, took his chain and I threw it
I stole a rapper's jewelry at his own concert and tossed it
The renegade, you been afraid
I am the rebel that you have feared
My heart only got colder
My emotions have become even colder
Biting every switch, burn 'em with the stick like marshmellow
Taking risks, burning enemies with a hot stick like marshmallows
I got Warriors on my bench, Chris Paul
I have talented individuals waiting to support me like the Golden State Warriors have Chris Paul
Ain't nobody put me on, I think y'all took it wrong
No one supported me, you all misunderstood
Fallin' off ain't too realistic, niggas tellin' tales
Failure is not an option, people telling false stories
Scarcity in the market, I'm expandin' the margin
Creating high demand by increasing the supply
Graduated from the school of hard rock with my honors
I completed tough challenges with distinction
Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Written by: Corey Jaleel Stanfield, Demond Price, Jo-Vaughn Virginie
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@shotsRUST
The Machine x Bada$$, the NY combo we never knew we needed 🔥🔥🔥🔥
@magnihrazor7991
💯
@taylamayde
i did
@bridgeshoward1973
Accurate
@najiinaj8263
Yo the way Joey rode that beat was insane
@brianfrtz
Nah I have dreamt of this since 2017.
@spirituallyconscious7774
Joey did his thang but Conway ate da whole track up 🔥🔥🔥
@moc-king-bird
That guitar riff when Joey comes in gave me chills ngl 🔥🔥
@alan_core
hardest riff...
@DonPasquale_
That repeated 4 note riff is the same as the beginning of the riff in Daughters by John Mayer, just in a different key