[Intro]
Let there be light: and there was light
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Look, look, look
I can't relate to you niggas, your shit is not relatable
Grimiest of all time, that shit is not debatable
Chopper wave at you
Your vest can't stop when I'm poppin' the K at you
No matter what God you're prayin' to, I'm not gon' play with you (Nah)
This shit is not for radio, I'm not complainin' though
Still headin' to the top, a spot they said was not obtainable
Because the way my face look from when them niggas shot my cranial
Area, how I'm still livin'? That shit is not explainable (Ha)
Free them niggas locked in cages who was gettin' blocks of yayo through
Them the niggas I jot my pages to
Them young niggas with 30-shot Glocks to flame at you
Niggas who got multiple bodies before they was 20, I can name a few
"Ayo, Machine, them niggas not the same as you
Them niggas playin' crazy but them niggas not insane as you"
Bitch, I got HKs with lasers on the top to aim at you
Bitch, I got AKs, I'm sprayin' boy, you not gon' make it through
Heard this old washed-up rap nigga was talkin' reckless
On the internet and shit, that kinda shit I don't respect it
Tell you once, leave my name off of your records
Like Nino, I will walk you through the 'jects, pump to your chin while you naked
I'm respected by the OGs, the gangstas, and parolees
That smoke the K2, they don't blow trees
But sniff 'til their nose bleed
Cut off your fuckin' wrist tryna get your Rollie
Them bitch niggas know me, ha, yeah
Let there be light: and there was light
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Look, look, look
I can't relate to you niggas, your shit is not relatable
Grimiest of all time, that shit is not debatable
Chopper wave at you
Your vest can't stop when I'm poppin' the K at you
No matter what God you're prayin' to, I'm not gon' play with you (Nah)
This shit is not for radio, I'm not complainin' though
Still headin' to the top, a spot they said was not obtainable
Because the way my face look from when them niggas shot my cranial
Area, how I'm still livin'? That shit is not explainable (Ha)
Free them niggas locked in cages who was gettin' blocks of yayo through
Them the niggas I jot my pages to
Them young niggas with 30-shot Glocks to flame at you
Niggas who got multiple bodies before they was 20, I can name a few
"Ayo, Machine, them niggas not the same as you
Them niggas playin' crazy but them niggas not insane as you"
Bitch, I got HKs with lasers on the top to aim at you
Bitch, I got AKs, I'm sprayin' boy, you not gon' make it through
Heard this old washed-up rap nigga was talkin' reckless
On the internet and shit, that kinda shit I don't respect it
Tell you once, leave my name off of your records
Like Nino, I will walk you through the 'jects, pump to your chin while you naked
I'm respected by the OGs, the gangstas, and parolees
That smoke the K2, they don't blow trees
But sniff 'til their nose bleed
Cut off your fuckin' wrist tryna get your Rollie
Them bitch niggas know me, ha, yeah
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