O.D.B. Conway the Machine

[Intro]
Daringer, Machine
Hm, yeah, you know what the fuck is good
Trust me

[Verse 1]
Ayo, I never leave the crib without the blower on waist (Uhuh)
'Cause over on the East Side
It's full of cobras and snakes
Vultures and fake niggas that can't wait
To pistol whip you, break a bone in your face
If you won't open your safe
Tony Montana shit
Stick you're nose in the whole cake (Sniff!)
Think about Machine Gun
I might pour the whole Ace (Rest in peace, my nigga)
Plug sent it from a whole 'nother state (Huh)
He throw it from San Diego
And I'ma catch it like Antonio Gates, ahh
I ain't finished, that was only a eight
Spikes on the blood bottoms
They was Pony and Snake, yeah
The label told me to wait
But fuck that I'm droppin' now
You can't hold me, I'm great (Haaa)
Plus it'll only equate (Cap)
To dollar signs, I told you, homie, I'm straight
Three classics in a year, nobody told me to make (I'm workin', nigga)
Uh, remember niggas wouldn't throw me a plate?
So used to chopper fire, I could feel at home in Kuwait (Hahahaha!)