[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Yeah, you see me, nigga
Hahaha, you see what I do, nigga?
It's been a good year, know what I mean?
Y'all niggas doing bad though (Hahahaha)
It's crazy 'cause y'all niggas talk that big-money shit
You niggas hurtin' though
Haha (Haaah)
Look
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
They tell me I'm cocky (Uh)
'Cause I don't think no nigga can stop me
I'm the man right now, boy, sit and just watch me (Watch what I'm doin', nigga)
My style switch before you niggas could copy
Shooter slide through with a stick—it isn't for hockey
On my hip where the Glock be (uh), my city small
Bitches I fuck, saying, "Rest in peace," to the nigga that shot me, whoa! (That nigga gone, baby)
I'm the king now, my nigga, I'm Jaffe Joffer
But I travel with a semi like Akeem (Haaaaaaa)
Where I'm from they consider me top 3
Bar for bar, I don't think no nigga can top me (Can't fuck with me, nigga)
The flow rare like vintage Versace
Choppa close, can't let these niggas Biggie-and-Pac me, naw (Cap)
I'm shooting on sight, I ain't tryna fight (Uh uh)
But with the hands, I'm Triple G, half Iron Mike (Whooo)
Gun to his head, fired twice, they say I ain't right
But fuck how they feel about it (fuck 'em), cross them all
Fuck-niggas get killed about it (Uh huh)
Youngin' shooting like Buddy Hield about it (Uh)
That gangsta shit, boy, we still about it (Cap)
My jit wavin' the stick, he barely miss
Every time he see a nigga been hit, he say, "Swish" (Hahahaha)
The semi clapped up—this for the niggas that violate parole
And say, "Fuck willin', send me back up"
I wanna pop somethin', every time I pick this MAC up (Brrrrt, brrrt)
Tsk, the hardest niggas out—niggas, that's us, mothafucka
Yeah, you see me, nigga
Hahaha, you see what I do, nigga?
It's been a good year, know what I mean?
Y'all niggas doing bad though (Hahahaha)
It's crazy 'cause y'all niggas talk that big-money shit
You niggas hurtin' though
Haha (Haaah)
Look
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
They tell me I'm cocky (Uh)
'Cause I don't think no nigga can stop me
I'm the man right now, boy, sit and just watch me (Watch what I'm doin', nigga)
My style switch before you niggas could copy
Shooter slide through with a stick—it isn't for hockey
On my hip where the Glock be (uh), my city small
Bitches I fuck, saying, "Rest in peace," to the nigga that shot me, whoa! (That nigga gone, baby)
I'm the king now, my nigga, I'm Jaffe Joffer
But I travel with a semi like Akeem (Haaaaaaa)
Where I'm from they consider me top 3
Bar for bar, I don't think no nigga can top me (Can't fuck with me, nigga)
The flow rare like vintage Versace
Choppa close, can't let these niggas Biggie-and-Pac me, naw (Cap)
I'm shooting on sight, I ain't tryna fight (Uh uh)
But with the hands, I'm Triple G, half Iron Mike (Whooo)
Gun to his head, fired twice, they say I ain't right
But fuck how they feel about it (fuck 'em), cross them all
Fuck-niggas get killed about it (Uh huh)
Youngin' shooting like Buddy Hield about it (Uh)
That gangsta shit, boy, we still about it (Cap)
My jit wavin' the stick, he barely miss
Every time he see a nigga been hit, he say, "Swish" (Hahahaha)
The semi clapped up—this for the niggas that violate parole
And say, "Fuck willin', send me back up"
I wanna pop somethin', every time I pick this MAC up (Brrrrt, brrrt)
Tsk, the hardest niggas out—niggas, that's us, mothafucka
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