Untitled Drums Conway the Machine & Imported Goodz (Ft. Westside Gunn)

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[Part One]

[Intro: Westside Gunn & Conway the Machine]
Brrrt, boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Hahaha
Griselda
Grr, Griselda, man, GxFR
Griselda

[Part Two]

[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Live from motherfuckin’ East Side Buffalo, New York, nigga
Hahahaha, fuckin’ Machine, bitch
Yeah

[Verse]
What’s poppin’, my nigga—it’s Conway
I promise it’s ‘bout to get realer for niggas
Y’all probably not even killers, but
Rap about it in all of your lyrics, this shit is weak
They tellin’ me I’m the illest, I ain’t even hit my peak (Ha)
The hood know I’m official, a pistol in my reach
The grimiest of all time is me, officially (That’s a fact, homie)
I done got in this bitch and made history
And proved beyond a reasonable doubt, nobody sick as me
They probably sick of me, I’ve been killing’ shit consistently
I don’t give ‘em a chance to drop nothing, I’m hot, fuck it (Hahaha)
It’s my time right now, you gotta watch, fucker (Ha)
Just sit back and hate on me, and run your cocksucker (Pussy)
‘Cause that’s all you can do
‘Cause nobody can’t fuck with the bars that I spew (Not at all)
MAC-11, let it rain, homie (Brr)
It’s the motherfuckin’ Machine, homie