Grind Conway the Machine

[Intro]
Yeah (Hahahaha)
Yeah, nigga
Machine, nigga
Daringer, you ready, nigga?
Take these niggas on a walk trough Eastside, nigga
Eastside of Buffalo that is, nigga
SE Gang, nigga (Woo), check

[Verse 1]
You know witness the Street Entertainment
The officalest niggas to spit at you, feel it 'cause it's vivid, you vision it (Ya, ya, ya)
Let me switch and get on some different shit
Difference with me and you is you subliminal distance settle your differences (Woo!)
Daringer made the beat, I was killin' shit before he finished it (Ha)
Trigger finger is itchin' like it is allergic to shit, Ricochet (Brr)
Emptyin' the clip 'til I'm hittin' shit
Talkin' shit on the record, I'ma see you and split your shit (You see)
Nipple when I was little, won't push miss, I ain't wish for shit (Uh-uh)
'Cause I was used to not gettin' shit on my christmas list (Hahahaha)
Quarter ounce of hard, I pushed it up to a zip of it
Niggas rappin' 'bout hustlin' when I know they ain't did this shit (Pff)
I lived this shit (Lived this shit, nigga)
Trust me homie, you ain't a acquit for this (Ah)
I'm the Machine, you ain't got enough in the clip for this ('Kay)
Ricochet, before Nostradamus predicted it
Was written in hieroglyphics, I was gon' spit the sickest shit (Ya, ya, ya, 'kay)
Listen it's Conway the Machine, I'm the influist (Woo)
If it ain't true than why you sound like me when you pencil it? (Woo)
Uh, incist, I mentioned it, if I offended you, that's my intentions, bitch (Hahahaha)
Intricate sentences in my penmanship (Ha!)
I grew up of the Mobb and that's the start of yo endin'
I consist attention all in the room as soon as I enter it (Ha)
The kingpin of the SE syndicat ('Kay)
.45 in my hand and I can't control my temperment (Ya, ya, ya)
Conway