Till I Go lyrics

[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Yeah
Sometimes you gotta smoke the pain away
You know?
Look...

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
I just wanna catch another body ('Nother body)
Every n*gga with me bet they got a body (Got a body, got a body)
Might catch me out in Texas in a Masi [Vroom]
Just bought it but you bet that Tech got a homi' (Yeah, brr-brr)
My chain made your b*tch speak (She see me)
I got it with the change I made this week (Ha!)
Imma f*ck until the b*tch sleep (Uh-huh)
Then I'm in the kitchen whippin' til my wrist weak (Whip up)
Timberland constructs with six-inch [?]
I got my di*k sucked while I sip [?]
Buck fifty your jaw, get a ripped cheek (Birdy)
Your homie starving but you're making sure your b*tch eats (pus*y n*gga)
A zip of sour and a sick beat (Ah)
And your favorite rapper floating up sh*t's creek (He finished)
My connect give me bricks cheap (?)
Guess I'm coming of age, no [?] (Ha)

[Bridge: Conway the Machine]
Gotta roll another one to escape the pain that I go through
Pistol on my hip 'cause I don't know you (Don't know you, n*gga)
You n*ggas pussies, f*ck your whole crew
f*ck your vest, my bullets go through
Roll another one for sh*t I go through (sh*t I go through)
Roll another one for sh*t I've been through (sh*t I've been through)
Yeah
Ah-ha-ha
[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
Young n*gga with an old soul (Ah, ah)
Young n*gga but he sold hoes (Cash, cash)
Raw powder in my whole nose
She said 'Life's a b*tch', so she like to sniff
[?] spinning with the half moon
Look. I'm half mogul, and half goon (Facts)
I hear the sneak dissin', Imma spaz soon (I hear y'all)
I'll leave a n*gga bleedin' in his bathroom
Kick in the door like, 'Where's it at?' (Where's it at, pus*y?)
Pump on your tongue like a pair of Shaq's
Two n*ggas with me, both carry Macs (Uh-huh)
He tried to run, I let it rip and watch it tear his back
People die if I OK it (Ah)
Keep the yoppa when I ride and I'm gon spray it (Facts)
[?] bottles my Rose (We be drinkin')
Trust me, I'm the type of n*gga that you don't play with (Uh-huh)

[Bridge: Conway the Machine]
Machine (Talk to 'em)
Gotta roll another one to escape the pain that I go through (I go through a lot)
Pistol on my hip 'cause I don't know you (Don't know you, n*gga)
You n*ggas pussies, f*ck your whole crew (f*ck 'em)
f*ck your vest, my bullets go through (Look. look)
Roll another one for sh*t I go through (I gotta smoke, man)
Roll another one for sh*t I've been through (Stressed out, you know what I mean?)
[Outro: Conway the Machine]
I ain't gonna lie, man
Y'all might think sh*t is all good with me
I'm stressed like a motherf*cker
Roll another one right fat (Roll another one right fat)