Rex Ryan Conway the Machine (Ft. Roc Marciano & Westside Gunn)

[Intro: Excerpt from Paid in Full]
A nigga like me man, I love the game, I love the hustle man
I be feeling like one of them ball player niggas you know
Like Bird, Magic or something
Yeah you know a nigga got dough
A nigga can leave the league
But if I leave… the fans still gone love me man?
I get love out here in Harlem, man
I done sold coke on these streets, man, hash, weed, heroin
As long as niggas is feeling it
A nigga like me could hustle it

(Griselda, by Fashion Rebels)

[Verse 1: Conway]
The yak in my cup, the MAC is tucked, what?
I'm Sticky on Bacdafucup
I keep the blicky since
Them niggas clapped my truck up
The wax had me gagging after one puff
I remember bagging jums up
Now it's a half of one stuffed in the trunk
I stack my funds up
Call my savage and have his gun bust
Then they find you wrapped in plastic in a dump truck
Fuck, Only Built Diadoras
I pull up with a bitch, they thought it was Rita Ora
My lil' head buster keep his tool ringing off
Got two bodies this summer
He said he needs some more
Highest grade marijuana
Directly from the farmer
My enemies is all goners, guess it was karma
Trauma, four keys in your baby mom's Elantra
Big ass gun like something out of Contra
Uh, don't make me spray it, nigga
Bodies drop if I okay it, nigga
You know how I play it, nigga
Red October Ye it, nigga
Loud moving slow, I had to yay it, nigga
Still ill when I write it
When they don't name me top five I feel slighted
Niggas be talking, but when I'm around, they real quiet
You can pray to Jesus all you want
You still dying, motherfucker