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believe me - conway the machine & conductor williams lyrics

[intro: conway the machine]
it’s not funny
you weren’t scared, were you?
i wasn’t that scared
ah, woo! woo!
conductor
turn that beat up, turn my headphones up
conductor
i’m the best, i’m the f*cking best! (yeah, yo)
check the stats
conductor, we have a problem
conductor, we have a problem
conductor, conductor, we have a problem
conductor, we have a problem
conductor, we have a problem
con** (uh)

[verse: conway the machine]
check the stats
machine the waviest since max, n*gga, facts (woo!)
the real is back (the real is back, n*gga)
i don’t care who you shot, your g pass rеvoked, you just a rat (rat ass n*gga)
pin your diva to the mat like a wrеstler match and don’t text her back (hahaha)
i only want top, don’t hit me up just to chat
i’m playing chess with rap, but i’m treating it just like a checkers match (uh huh)
sh*t has gotten easy, you gotta king me (what you mean?)
yeah, i wear all my jewellery, every city, don’t gotta check for it
gs in every city gon’ hold me down without a question
down a n*gga front me and add to his body collection (boom, boom, boom!)
album after album, boy, i did what they was not expecting (conduc**)
that’s what you call impressive, sh*t (hahahaha)
i’m back active holding rap captive (uh huh)
these black b*st*rds drop back to back to back classics (ah!)
yeah, machine back spazzing
shot in my back, so when it rain, we having back spazzes (talk to ’em!)
the double r truck, i matte black it (uh huh)
they love me in detroit, in la, i’m mat staffing (woo!)
yeah, three bodies, same day, that boy mad max’d it (ah huh)
uh, i like bad b*tches that act ratchet (bad!)
that contract, i need the max like lamar jackson (bag)
she post a picture on the gram and i double tapped it
in her dms, shooting my shot like i’m john paxon (hahaha)
yeah, and that sh*t was a game winter
tonight, i’m hitting her and her homie that came wit’ her (oohh)
your b*tch chose me (conductor), you know the game n*gga (you know the game)
i don’t write verses, i paint pictures (uh huh)
my street resume, boy, don’t got a stain, n*gga (not at all)
you know the name, n*gga, machine
[outro: sample]
say, listen, daddio, you think, uh
if you not busy later, you could, um, drop by my pad?
well, i gotta think about that, baby, alright?
but look here, you be cool, alright?
i mean maybe we get together later and wrap a taste on it, huh?
huh, can you dig that, baby?
i can dig it
can you dig it, baby?
i can dig it
okay, baby

- conway the machine conductor williams lyrics

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