[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Who's that?
Machine, b****
Yeah n****, we back
You know what the f*** is up
[Future from 8 Mile sample, spoken]
Whoa, whoa okay okay, very nice
You did a good job little b****
Tellin' you, I vouch for this mother f***** right here
He's a genius, man. A mother f****** genius
DJ, kick it!
Uh, uh
P-P-P-Perfect
Get in your bag, king
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
The fame and the clout I never cared about
I did two shows for a hundred, that's a fair amount (you see it)
Maybach from Jenny to water, you know my whereabouts
The ones responsible for all those bodies y'all been hearin' 'bout
N***** had the 'za, trap, and the heroin house
And made more weekly than a doctor made yearly out his salary
Uh, I'm rockin' Amiri out the factory (talk to 'em)
Mike personally sending packs to me (good lookin'!)
Yeah, these n***** still copyin' waves
Stealing my drip but them n***** never rock it the same (not at all)
Boy thought he was gangsta 'til he got shot in his braids
You know we crashin' out if ever you hop outta your lane
Pulled up to Dyckman to see Papi and cop me some haze (what up Pap)
N**** lost half his leg when he was shot with a guage
Rock a lot of chains in Atlanta, I stopped at the flame
Conway, y'all know the name
P****
Who's that?
Machine, b****
Yeah n****, we back
You know what the f*** is up
[Future from 8 Mile sample, spoken]
Whoa, whoa okay okay, very nice
You did a good job little b****
Tellin' you, I vouch for this mother f***** right here
He's a genius, man. A mother f****** genius
DJ, kick it!
Uh, uh
P-P-P-Perfect
Get in your bag, king
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
The fame and the clout I never cared about
I did two shows for a hundred, that's a fair amount (you see it)
Maybach from Jenny to water, you know my whereabouts
The ones responsible for all those bodies y'all been hearin' 'bout
N***** had the 'za, trap, and the heroin house
And made more weekly than a doctor made yearly out his salary
Uh, I'm rockin' Amiri out the factory (talk to 'em)
Mike personally sending packs to me (good lookin'!)
Yeah, these n***** still copyin' waves
Stealing my drip but them n***** never rock it the same (not at all)
Boy thought he was gangsta 'til he got shot in his braids
You know we crashin' out if ever you hop outta your lane
Pulled up to Dyckman to see Papi and cop me some haze (what up Pap)
N**** lost half his leg when he was shot with a guage
Rock a lot of chains in Atlanta, I stopped at the flame
Conway, y'all know the name
P****
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