Conway the Machine – Forever Droppin Tears (ft. El Camino) (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Conway the Machine is here with “Forever Droppin Tears ” featuring El Camino. Listen, watch the video, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song co-produced by Rockwilder & Erick Sermon.

Conway The Machine Forever Droppin Tears

Those who have spent ample time unpacking Conway The Machine’s From King To A God already understand the significance behind “Forever Droppin Tears,” the album’s emotional centrepiece. Across two extensive verses, Conway reflected on the deaths of his friend Damani and his mentor DJ Shay, painting vivid pictures and bringing his memories to life. Today, The Machine came through to enhance the experience with an extensive video, one that adds further context to the dynamics explored in the song.

Opening with a cinematic depiction of himself and Damani reimagined in their younger days, Conway’s storytelling becomes all the more immersive. As the focus shifts to DJ Shay, who passed away a few months back in August, behind-the-scenes pictures provide a more thorough glimpse at the man who left such a lasting impression on the entire Griselda team. Those familiar with the song already know that it concludes with a segment from a DJ Shay interview, and here Conway provides the accompanying visuals, granting fans a more thorough understanding of the man they’ve come to know so much about.

Conway the Machine – Forever Droppin Tears (ft. El Camino) (prod. Rockwilder & Erick Sermon)

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Lyrics

[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Yeah
Yeah
Pain in my heart
So much pain in my heart, look

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Started from the bottom, we was just tryna get to the top (Uh-huh)
I love my niggas, I tell ’em, “We all we got” (We all we got)
Thinkin’ ’bout my son, first dude I got cool with when we moved on the block
This was back when Damani had first got shot
Miss my motherfuckin’ dawg, went to the same school
Used to dip out of class to link up in the halls (Uh-huh)
Sneakin’ to buy weed, now we posted up at the Chinese store
Hopin’ somebody would buy us a cigar (Buy me a Dutch)
Then we evolved to breakin’ in houses and stealin’ cars
This was when I started gettin’ raw with the bars (Cap)
Went from takin’ niggas’ Jordans at the bus stop
To packin’ thirty-eights and jumpin’ gates after we bust shots (Talk to ’em)
A young, wild adolescence (Huh), packin’ the Wesson
Country Mike fronted me some work, I’ma package and sell it (I roast it up)
Sittin’ on the bando steps writin’, recite it for my nigga
He would hype it like, “Brodie, I promise you, you the nicest” (You the nicest, nigga)
Uh, all through the city, every neighborhood, we ran (Huh)
He be like, “Who wanna battle? I got whatever on my man” (I got whatever)
Cappin’ to the hoes like, “You know who this is, bitch?
This the goat, and don’t jump on my dick after we blow” (Hahahaha)
Fuckin’ the same hoes, sharin’ the same clothes (Yeah)
Goin’ half on the sub of the month, that was my woe (That was my nigga)
Used to go to Spoon studio when the block was slow
He pulled up in the fiend rental, I said I couldn’t go
“Stay here”, he said, “I’m comin’ back, it might be late”
Two hours later, heard he crashed in a high speed chase
That took my motherfuckin’ heart from me (Yeah)
But as long as I live, you always gon’ be a part of me
Try to smoke away the pain, I couldn’t shake it (Uh-uh)
I wish my nigga was here to see that his boy made it (You see your boy, right?)
I know God got a purpose, music saved my life
If I wasn’t recordin’, I would’ve been with him that night (Hah, hah, hah)

[Chorus: El Camino & Conway the Machine]
This for my niggas that ain’t make it out the struggle and it’s real
I keep that forty on me in the field ’cause I know they wanna be me
(I know they wanna be me, I know they wanna be me, I know they wanna be me)
That’s why I keep my circle small and I’m always standing tall
Guns up with my back against the wall, I can’t let no one deceive me
(I can’t let no one, no, I can’t let no one, no, I can’t let no one, no, I can’t let no one)
This for my niggas that ain’t here, I’m forever droppin’ tears
I never forgot about you through the years, man, I wish that you could see me (I know that you can see me)
Know I wish that you could see me (Man, I know that you can see me)
And I remember we was broke and we was always on our own (On our own)
Always knew that we could make it with the songs and ain’t no one believe me (Ain’t no one)
And ain’t no one believe me (I swear that ain’t no one believe me), yeah

[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
And Shay, I miss you, my nigga (I miss you, king), uh
I’ll never let ’em forget you, my nigga (DJ Shay forever)
My heart is broken in a million pieces, that’s why I’m rappin’ these words now
Cryin’ tears in this tissue, my nigga
This shit got me hurtin’ bad
Way worse, this shit worse than bad (I’m crushed), the whole city sad
‘Cause you ain’t really fully get to reap the benefits from all the work you had put in
For thirty years, you was just gettin’ in your Birkin bag (Hahahaha)
As Ricky Hyde would say it, shit was just startin’ to get beautiful
I wrote this while gettin’ dressed for your funeral (Psh)
And I hope heaven got a studio
Thinkin’ ’bout all the lives, including mine, that you impacted with this music, bro (You a legend)
Wish you got your flowers while you were still alive
Drunk a bottle with Shamerra and Dominic and I cried (Your kids)
When I got out the hospital from them shots I survived
You recorded me and helped me get confidence and my stride (Keep killin’ these niggas)
Remember we fell out and had words
That resulted in me throwin’ punches (Uh-huh), seen you a few weeks later
At James’ spot, we ain’t speak like we ain’t know each other
When we close as brothers and life too short to be holdin’ grudges (That’s a fact)
Hugged it out, now we drinkin’ Remy and rollin’ Dutches (Remy)
I just wish I had a chance to tell my bro I love him (I love you, nigga)
For like a week straight, I cried, I’m forever droppin’ tears
But I know I got an angel in the sky (Hah, hah, hah)

[Chorus: El Camino & Conway the Machine]
This for my niggas that ain’t make it out the struggle and it’s real
I keep that forty on me in the field ’cause I know they wanna be me
(I know they wanna be me, I know they wanna be me, I know they wanna be me)
That’s why I keep my circle small and I’m always standing tall
Guns up with my back against the wall, I can’t let no one deceive me
(I can’t let no one, no, I can’t let no one, no, I can’t let no one, no, I can’t let no one)
This for my niggas that ain’t here, I’m forever droppin’ tears
I never forgot about you through the years, man, I wish that you could see me (I know that you can see me)
Know I wish that you could see me (Man, I know that you can see me)
And I remember we was broke and we was always on our own (On our own)
Always knew that we could make it with the songs and ain’t no one believe me (Ain’t no one)
And ain’t no one believe me (Uh, I swear that ain’t no one believe me)

[Outro: Conway the Machine]
They ain’t believin’
Yeah, uh, Machine
You gotta love me
The fuckin’ greatest, nigga
I’m a legend
We made it, nigga
Uh, I remember they used to hate on me
I remember they used to think I wasn’t gon’ be nothin’
Look how I turned out
Yeah, all this pain in my heart
Forever droppin’ tears for my niggas
Yeah, Green Eyed Bandit, Rockwilder
Yeah, From King to a God, nigga
Yeah, Drumwork, Griselda
I’m a fuckin’ boss, nigga
We did it, ChineGun, we did it

[Skit: DJ Shay]
Well, m— my first— my— my first thing would be
I would tell you that these boys is straight hip-hop
Like, I— I come from the old school era of hip-hop
Even though I’m— I’m a lil’ older than them and they don’t—
They— They come from that era as well as far as knowin’ the essence of hip-hop
But I see, um, with— with— with their talent
And if you’ve never heard ’em, I’m gonna tell you that they’re gonna take you on— on a different ride
Like, Westside is gonna put you in a— in a mind state of, um
Lemme see, how can I describe it?
His uniqueness, and his— his— he gon’ have you flashy and lookin’ good, you know
And then the Conway’s gon’ come with the type of lyrics that’s—
Uh, that— that the world is— need, that the world needs
I don’t wanna compare ’em to nobody ’cause if you ask me, they— they’re compared to the best, uh
You probably— they probably say they compare Westside to, like, uh, the Raekwons, and the— and that era
Yeah, uh, uh, you may say that, but I— I look— I don— I look beyond that, you know what I mean?
‘Cause I been listenin’ to these boys just as long as I been listenin’ to them
So I— I wouldn’t make that comparison, I just— I would say great music and, um
Conway, if— if you a lyricist, or if you enjoy lyrics, that’s— that’s— that’s—
I put him in the heavyweight category, there’s only a few people that I would put in the heavy— heavyweight category
Like in my top five, you know, my boys, my boys is in there
In there, in the real top five, amongst the Hov’s, and the— you know what I mean?
And the— the classic Rakim’s and the, you know, Eric B’s
These— These boys is on that level in this era right now, you know?
So that’s— that’s what I would tell somebody, like
If you like real hip-hop, and you— and you into real hip-hop
These is the go to guys for that, you know what I mean?
This ain’t that old, uh
I don’t even— I don’t— I don’t wanna disrespect no type of music ’cause it’s all good craft, but
If you want that real hip-hop
And that— that real that you can feel
These boys is what’s happenin’ right now
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