Lemon Conway the Machine (Ft. Method Man)

[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Yeah, uh
Griselda
Brr, brr, uh

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Look, play my position, in the kitchen, I'm workin'
Whip it, baggin' half in fifties, hit the strip and I serve it (Uh-huh)
If it's an issue, trust, I'm comin' to get with you in person (I'm pullin' up, nigga)
With the extendo, throwin' at you 'til I flip your Suburban (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
All my businesses flourish, I'm on my way to my yacht
I put a six on the dock like Julius Erving (Hahahaha)
Damn, I know my nigga's sisters is hurtin', he caught a new case
But got his sentences concurrent, that ain't get him discouraged
Got another homie in prison for murder (Free my nigga)
He would let his gun clap and fire at anyone that would try it (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Watchin' his baby mothers cry, I got numb, I can't lie
His mama ain't shed a tear, she know that come with this life
Thought about it, his kids was young when son got the time
Won't see his daughter graduate, can't teach his son how to drive
Now you see where I get this ambition from and this drive
The Machine, I'm iller than anyone that's alive, look (Anybody, nigga)
Bought the Benz truck and the Maybach with no license (Hah)
Straight from dealership, not from the auction with the low prices (Hah)
A long way from sellin' white and runnin' from the polices (Uh)
You niggas know who flow nicest, raise the bar like coke prices (Talk to 'em)
Fronted the homie, caught a joint, he stopped answerin'
Been my nigga since grammar school, I don't know how to handle it
Flee said, "You leave them knots in your chest, they gon' turn to cancer then"
In other words, he sayin' don't let it slide, you gotta handle it, nigga (You gotta get that nigga)