[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Uh
Here we go again
Right
Look, look
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Record label tried handing me a contract, I spit on it
It ain't at least thirty million, then I ain't signin' shit on it (I ain't signin')
I push the AMG G-Wagen, the kit on it (Uh-huh)
The black and gold Maybach truck with the mirror tint on it (Talk to 'em)
Any collaborations, you know what Machine did on it
I only got on them niggas' songs so I can shit on it (Ha)
You the type nigga taking your baby mama stimulus (Huh?)
And lose it all at the dice game, you 'posed to be flippin' it (Bum-ass nigga)
Them young boys on demon time, they gremlins (Yeah)
And you know I'ma be the one that's sendin' them (Yeah)
Machine back, bitch, nobody ill as him with syllables and synonyms
My women friends rock Prada boots, don't fuck with Timberlands (Talk to 'еm)
Yeah, the instrumental gеt hit with Mack Truck when I go in on it
These internet niggas act tough 'til you run into them
Push up on niggas, big strap, what? They actin' innocent (Haha)
They tremblin', the flow is like Kyrie dribblin' (Huh?)
'Tween, cross, 'tween, step back, the shot I drill again (Woo)
Oh, there he go again
Showin' off on the beat without a pen again
Showin' you nobody fuckin' with him again
Uh
Here we go again
Right
Look, look
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Record label tried handing me a contract, I spit on it
It ain't at least thirty million, then I ain't signin' shit on it (I ain't signin')
I push the AMG G-Wagen, the kit on it (Uh-huh)
The black and gold Maybach truck with the mirror tint on it (Talk to 'em)
Any collaborations, you know what Machine did on it
I only got on them niggas' songs so I can shit on it (Ha)
You the type nigga taking your baby mama stimulus (Huh?)
And lose it all at the dice game, you 'posed to be flippin' it (Bum-ass nigga)
Them young boys on demon time, they gremlins (Yeah)
And you know I'ma be the one that's sendin' them (Yeah)
Machine back, bitch, nobody ill as him with syllables and synonyms
My women friends rock Prada boots, don't fuck with Timberlands (Talk to 'еm)
Yeah, the instrumental gеt hit with Mack Truck when I go in on it
These internet niggas act tough 'til you run into them
Push up on niggas, big strap, what? They actin' innocent (Haha)
They tremblin', the flow is like Kyrie dribblin' (Huh?)
'Tween, cross, 'tween, step back, the shot I drill again (Woo)
Oh, there he go again
Showin' off on the beat without a pen again
Showin' you nobody fuckin' with him again
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