Temple Conway the Machine

[Intro]
Machine
Rare form nigga
All 2018 nigga I'm in rare form, straight up
Lucky seven
Conway Machine
Bitch

[Verse 1]
Look
When niggas talk, I don't get mad at all
I rat-a-tat-tat with this MAC and them niggas scatter off (Brrrt)
Plus they ain't fucking with nothing in my catalogue (Not at all)
If we ain't talking bout a bag, we can't chat at all (Fuck you talking for nigga?)
Nigga, I hit the gas and cough
Limoncello, told big burner "Send me a package off" (I need that)
I don't battle, but I can out rap half your squad
Get around rappers, I smell a body, could dab a dosh
Crack a cigar, relax in a bath in a loft
With my bad latin broad, ass fat and soft (Hahaha)
Cracking your jaw with a smack if you act like you hard
That's a fact, this shit I'm rocking ain't at the mall (Talk to 'em)
Nah, I just get my cash and I stack it tall (Huh)
Dog I ain't do the back and forth
I'm out in Calabasas with some bitches riding back to back in Porsche (Cap)
And of course smoking this pack that taste like applesauce (Ahhh)
Or I could look at you and tell that you soft (You pussy)
You acting like I won't drop off a bag and have you off'd (Get you outta hеre)
Look, this shit is natural, I feel I'm passed you all
They should build mе a statue for the way I craft them bars (Hahaha)
Go and ask them, when they see they me they saying "That's the God" (That's that nigga)
So come at me? You running at wall (Uh-huh)
I'm cut from an extravagant cloth (Cap)
So understand you coming at a boss
Machine, bitch