Mahogany Walls Lyrics – Conway the Machine

Mahogany Walls Lyrics

[Intro]
(Conductor)
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh
(Con— Con—)
Okay, okay
Uh-huh, uh, yeah
(Conductor)
How you want it? My Dunks twenty-two hundred
My varsity was a ten, mahogany-colored Benz, uh (Woo)
Uh, uh (Okay)
How you want it? My—

[Verse 1]
Uh, how you want it? My Dunks twenty-two hundred
My varsity was a ten (Ah), mahogany-colored Benz (Ah)
Incentivize the impact with this pen of mine
You can’t minimize what happen when a hero gets villainized (Talk to ’em)
Play with us, you get penalized (Uh-huh)
Shoot up your weed trap and his rental ride, it hurts your enterprise (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
The Zoloft and Abilify
Couldn’t subside what I feel inside, shit (Woo)
Five-kilo Cuban, my neck hurt
My niggas pulling up with mops to do the wet work (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Dudes in the comments like, “Thеir old shit is the best work”
Who the fuck madе you the expert, huh?
My little homie died from a fent Perc’
I cried ’til my chest hurt, shit (Damn)
Me and West work like Tyler and Sweatshirt
Give a fuck about the fame, give me the check first (Ha)

[Chorus]
Uh, felt like I was gon’ be in the dope game forever
My bitch stayed down, now it’s Bottega whenever
Eighteen for the coke, brick of cocaine for the leather
We gon’ reign forever, nigga (Woo)

[Verse 2]
How you want it? My Dunks twenty-two hundred (Ah)
My varsity was a ten, pardon me as I win (Talk to ’em)
I’m a menace
Pistol whip a rapper, fuck up his veneers, send him back to the dentist (Hahaha)
We the biggest, uh, the deal’s at least seven digits
Plus incentives (What else?), bitch, I’m vintage
Ferrari SUV when I drive up (Uh-huh)
I hopped out with the Daytona, eye of the tiger (Mm)
And yellow Geigers
Free my brother, that was my sniper (Free my dog)
Nigga, we been thuggin’ since diapers (Uh-huh)
FN bullets hittin’ your Cyber, uh (Dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, brr, brr)
Fed parole, still fuckin’ with the bowl
Penthouse, two white bitches fuckin’ with they nose (Sniff)
Them niggas on tour, I hope they comin’ with they pole
I push the button, it’s twenty niggas comin’ to they shows, nigga (Brr)

[Chorus]
Uh, felt like I was gon’ be in the dope game forever
My bitch stayed down, now it’s Bottega whenever
Eighteen for the coke, brick of cocaine for the leather
We gon’ reign forever, nigga
[Outro]
Uh, I’m heaven-sent, but been through hell
Feds came, I stayed solid, that’s rare now, these niggas tell
Have ’em be careful, they drop dimes, no wishin’ wells
Couldn’t hit in a row, they did it low, so wish ’em well
Nightmares of crack pots and digi’ scales
And how we ran up them blacks out in 2012
We must’ve chopped up an opry, twenty nights in the mail
And that was about in dirt season, birdbaths and street bail
Love for my daughter, that’s what keep me sane
Still fightin’ to free the chains, we gon’ live to walk when the seasons change
Look in my eyes, you can see the pain

Heart stopped that day it came, like Hamlin, I had leave the game
Look, it ain’t no sense in playin’ with your life
You know there can’t be no domestic when they say you whippin’ white
VVSs in them Oysters, Rollie faces with the ice
Big chains on, you know we had them chances in the light
Nobody safe, you could be exposed
Since you rat, I have them goons outside when you leave the shows
My young boy got more hits than Peter Roll
No gambling, he empty that clip and then reload
And when we don’t cop fish, he better eat pork
That microwave was doin’ the trick, leave the stove
And me and Hot got caught OT, but then he told
Can’t stand cops, I had one wish, it’s free the bros
Big Mike