Scared II Death Big Ghost LTD & Conway the Machine (Ft. D-Styles & Method Man)

[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Sigh
Let's get back into it, nigga
Uh, y'all ready?

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Machine, the one and only (uh)
Plain Jane Patek, I ain't wear the Rollie
Nigga, my tux is custom Brioni (Woo)
You know me, see my success killing these niggas slowly (Haah)
Go fuck around, turn me back to the old me
It's lonely at the top nigga, I'm the top nigga
Headliner: I'm the top biller, stop playing with my top, nigga (Stop playin' wit' me)
You know how we rock nigga, we got mops, nigga
We sit ringside at fights but we don't box, nigga (Not at all)
This is classic material, shout my nigga Carlos
I'm in the lab making fire like lighter fluid and charcoal (Uh)
Ice on my neck, even in the dark, that shit really sparklе (Cap)
Diddy pool party, eyeing Winnie Harlow (What up, baby?)
Thеy starting to notice how hard the bars go
They saying shit like "Aye C, you are a legend" but not the car though (Talk to 'em)
These bum ass rap niggas can't even pay they car note (Haa)
But rap 'bout moving so much cargo, you would think they was rich as Pablo
The training getting intense
Waiting for my release date, I've been killing 'em with suspense
I ain't opening for niggas no more, I'm the main event
'Cause the way a nigga been flowing lately ain't making sense (Woo)
Spray the blick, use my T-shirt, to wipe away the prints
Then throw that motherfucker over that old lady fence (Uh, talk to 'em)
Got that bitch, fuck her good, ate her pussy and pay the rent
And that bitch been texting me "What's up, stranger?" ever since (Hahahaha)
Still ain't replied to the messages there (Nah)
I just left her on read to mess with her head (Haah)
I don't give a fuck what the next nigga said
When I could have 'em clipped while I'm resting in bed
And he definitely dead, I got a check so the bread is there
For when a nigga from your hood come collect what I left on your head (Brrrrrr)
Nigga, you know we coming right?
Hehe, yeah