[Intro: Conway the Machine]
(Trust)
(Brrt)
Yeah
(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Uh
Look
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
You a real nigga in my book if you loyal
Big homie, you ain't gotta lift a finger, niggas put it in for you (Big homie, huh?)
May Block, had my foot in the soil (May Block, nigga)
Send some young niggas through your hood, drillin' like they lookin' for oil (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Put the coca in the pot and I'ma cook up the oils
Got some water in the pot that I'ma put to a boil (Whip up)
Gettin' money in the hood, the feds look to destroy you
"Machine, they know you a killer, they look to avoid you" (Fuck out my way, nigga)
Yola bricks, Coca-Cola Kith (Huh?)
Uh, I've been known to stretch since Motorola flips (Yeah)
Uh, every flow that's spit, them shits Ebola sick
And I ain't even wrote this shit, I'm the GOAT, you bitch (You bitch)
Uh, rappers on my level, they don't exist (Talk to 'em)
Uh, stick in the chopper shaped like a goalie stick (Brrt)
I've been on my shit since the back of my head and throat was hit
But ever since, I got only rich, them niggas both clipped, Machine (Ahahaha)
(Trust)
(Brrt)
Yeah
(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Uh
Look
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
You a real nigga in my book if you loyal
Big homie, you ain't gotta lift a finger, niggas put it in for you (Big homie, huh?)
May Block, had my foot in the soil (May Block, nigga)
Send some young niggas through your hood, drillin' like they lookin' for oil (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Put the coca in the pot and I'ma cook up the oils
Got some water in the pot that I'ma put to a boil (Whip up)
Gettin' money in the hood, the feds look to destroy you
"Machine, they know you a killer, they look to avoid you" (Fuck out my way, nigga)
Yola bricks, Coca-Cola Kith (Huh?)
Uh, I've been known to stretch since Motorola flips (Yeah)
Uh, every flow that's spit, them shits Ebola sick
And I ain't even wrote this shit, I'm the GOAT, you bitch (You bitch)
Uh, rappers on my level, they don't exist (Talk to 'em)
Uh, stick in the chopper shaped like a goalie stick (Brrt)
I've been on my shit since the back of my head and throat was hit
But ever since, I got only rich, them niggas both clipped, Machine (Ahahaha)
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