Puzo Conway the Machine

[Intro]
Yeah, Griselda
I just wanna be myself, nigga
Know what I mean?
I ain't tryna be like all these other niggas
Fuck these niggas by the way
Hahaha, yeah

[Verse 1]
I told you it was gettin' spooky grim (Uh)
Look at these niggas like who is them? (The fuck is you?)
Yeah, bodies left when I'm through with them (Cap)
I'm in the booth, spewing phlegm
This shit is cinematic, you should film (Get them cameras, nigga)
Uh, told my shooter tonight we movin' in (Uhuh)
I shoot the 10 gauge, niggas'll lose a limb (Boom!)
Uh, bottle of Spade, lobster, fried rice
If this The Source era, GOAT would've got 5 mics (Hahahaha!)
I'm just recitin' my life when I write
You can't afford a feature, it's a high price (You can't afford this shit)
They shot my nigga in the thigh twice
He died right on the spot
The bullet hit a artery, I cried nights (My nigga)
Told his brother we gon' ride, that's on my life (Facts)
50 rounds loaded in my pipe for the fire fight (Brrr)
Misplaced checks all over my Nike's
I rhyme nice, Google it, nigga, go check my highlights (Haaah)