[Intro: Funk Flex & Conway the Machine]
This is so New York
Get in my New York City bag, man
One time for New York City
Drumwork shit, Griselda shit
[Verse: Conway the Machine]
Pulling up, somethin' frosty on the arm
Niggas plotting but It don't cause me no alarm
My dog with me is armed
No thoughts of being harmed
Of course I'm still a don, look
I toured cities across seas and beyond
I dare you
To play with me like I won't air you
I swear you better play with something safe and be careful
I thought I made it clear to you
I ain't who you compare to
Niggas stay away from my release dates they fearful
Look, give em discomfort like a ligament tear do
When I looked in his eyes, it was visibly tearful
On mics I turn into Iron Mike, get your ear chewed
I knock one of them old rap niggas veneers loose
I took the league, and I did it by year two
Like Mahomes, draft day I wore a fitted from bear goose
A half a ticket for the whip I steer to
I'm back in that mood to end a career or two
Hol up
I'm back in that booth and I feel amazing
Couple of mil in the safe, but still I'm saving
You know I'm feeling dangerous
Malice in my heart I'm feeling heinous
I grip the stainless
I hit him and the shit will cave in
Rearranging
Feel the culture shifting and changing
Since I came in
Whipped the oodles and noodle chicken ramen
Wash out the pot and then use it again to whip the 'caine in
Big ass Mac homie the clip Is hanging
Shoot up your block
Cuz I don't respond to diss songs, them niggas nameless
I got shooters on the payroll fucker
Draco busters I grew up with the yayo hustlers
Griselda shit bitch, niggas know we ain't no suckers
Play what you want, niggas ain't gon touch us
We gunning shit down
They know of us
We giving hospital trips, leg broke crutches
Niggas hate, they broke, fuck 'em
Went to my jeweler and spent 250
I did it, cuz niggas thought they was richer than me
Niggas never did nothing that really benefit me
Somehow I still got more money than em significantly
....when I whip the Bentley
Might let you hold the umbrella for me like Mr Bentley
You know that block getting broke in half
Then I give em both a bath, with no soap and rag
Niggas sending shit for me to post and tag
But I'm charging a fee you gotta pay a promotion bag
My homie said he bleeding like an open scab
Blisters on his fingers, had to chop up and open bags
He sneak dissing on his post that nigga broke and mad
I ain't really trippin' but the broski want to smoke him bad
Had his pistol and his jeans loaded
Lil nigga stole his bundle he thought a fiend stole it
I got in this thing and I'm steamrolling
It's the machine, bitch I'm reloaded
All the shit I say the G's quote it
Loewe shades cost more than your jeans, don't it
Remix the work, had the dirty and the clean loaded
Got light on in the yard, you know that we open
Yeah
Already killed your brother and your cousin
Boy, we knocking branches off your family trees
In the Rolls truck down in Miami with Skeese
Did my drink champs interview with the swam in my jeans
Got off that hospital bed, and I planned to be king
A dome shot couldn't stop me, y'all niggas can't do a thing
Get made an example if niggas put they hands on machine
Had niggas at your vigil with teddy bears, candles and things
You sold your soul to be famous
Without social media bozo you'd be nameless
The emerald cut Drumwork logo be dangling
Met her at Paris.. she spoke three languages
Yellow white rose, we don't do stainless
Before that Shady album I was still getting sink checks
And I ain't even blink yet
Touch two m's I was just getting my feet wet
You know I'm the reject
Even when I ain't playing I still get that Kyrie check
They hope I would regress
See flex
Look
It's like I hit five in a row, this just a heat check
Lose your life in the game you can't press reset
Bringing all this money and I got it on preset
Airing at these niggas it's my natural reflex
MACHINE NIGGA
This is so New York
Get in my New York City bag, man
One time for New York City
Drumwork shit, Griselda shit
[Verse: Conway the Machine]
Pulling up, somethin' frosty on the arm
Niggas plotting but It don't cause me no alarm
My dog with me is armed
No thoughts of being harmed
Of course I'm still a don, look
I toured cities across seas and beyond
I dare you
To play with me like I won't air you
I swear you better play with something safe and be careful
I thought I made it clear to you
I ain't who you compare to
Niggas stay away from my release dates they fearful
Look, give em discomfort like a ligament tear do
When I looked in his eyes, it was visibly tearful
On mics I turn into Iron Mike, get your ear chewed
I knock one of them old rap niggas veneers loose
I took the league, and I did it by year two
Like Mahomes, draft day I wore a fitted from bear goose
A half a ticket for the whip I steer to
I'm back in that mood to end a career or two
Hol up
I'm back in that booth and I feel amazing
Couple of mil in the safe, but still I'm saving
You know I'm feeling dangerous
Malice in my heart I'm feeling heinous
I grip the stainless
I hit him and the shit will cave in
Rearranging
Feel the culture shifting and changing
Since I came in
Whipped the oodles and noodle chicken ramen
Wash out the pot and then use it again to whip the 'caine in
Big ass Mac homie the clip Is hanging
Shoot up your block
Cuz I don't respond to diss songs, them niggas nameless
I got shooters on the payroll fucker
Draco busters I grew up with the yayo hustlers
Griselda shit bitch, niggas know we ain't no suckers
Play what you want, niggas ain't gon touch us
We gunning shit down
They know of us
We giving hospital trips, leg broke crutches
Niggas hate, they broke, fuck 'em
Went to my jeweler and spent 250
I did it, cuz niggas thought they was richer than me
Niggas never did nothing that really benefit me
Somehow I still got more money than em significantly
....when I whip the Bentley
Might let you hold the umbrella for me like Mr Bentley
You know that block getting broke in half
Then I give em both a bath, with no soap and rag
Niggas sending shit for me to post and tag
But I'm charging a fee you gotta pay a promotion bag
My homie said he bleeding like an open scab
Blisters on his fingers, had to chop up and open bags
He sneak dissing on his post that nigga broke and mad
I ain't really trippin' but the broski want to smoke him bad
Had his pistol and his jeans loaded
Lil nigga stole his bundle he thought a fiend stole it
I got in this thing and I'm steamrolling
It's the machine, bitch I'm reloaded
All the shit I say the G's quote it
Loewe shades cost more than your jeans, don't it
Remix the work, had the dirty and the clean loaded
Got light on in the yard, you know that we open
Yeah
Already killed your brother and your cousin
Boy, we knocking branches off your family trees
In the Rolls truck down in Miami with Skeese
Did my drink champs interview with the swam in my jeans
Got off that hospital bed, and I planned to be king
A dome shot couldn't stop me, y'all niggas can't do a thing
Get made an example if niggas put they hands on machine
Had niggas at your vigil with teddy bears, candles and things
You sold your soul to be famous
Without social media bozo you'd be nameless
The emerald cut Drumwork logo be dangling
Met her at Paris.. she spoke three languages
Yellow white rose, we don't do stainless
Before that Shady album I was still getting sink checks
And I ain't even blink yet
Touch two m's I was just getting my feet wet
You know I'm the reject
Even when I ain't playing I still get that Kyrie check
They hope I would regress
See flex
Look
It's like I hit five in a row, this just a heat check
Lose your life in the game you can't press reset
Bringing all this money and I got it on preset
Airing at these niggas it's my natural reflex
MACHINE NIGGA
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