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not humble (freestyle) - conway the machine lyrics

[intro]
ayo green, you know what?
let’s switch this sh-t up a little, f-ck ’em up
ayo, throw me some kend-, throw me some new sh-t on
give me that kendrick n-gga
that be humble sh-t, let’s get that, c’mon
(woooooooooo, yea, reject on steroids)

[verse]
look, get out of pocket p-ssy n-gga get your sh-t pushed (brrr)
got some shooters at your house they layin’ in that big (?) bush (yeah)
hoodies so you don’t see how them shooters with them sticks look (rrrrah)
pull up in that driveway driver window [?] (doot doot…)
b-tch i’ve been that n-gga since lupe was singing kick, push
new york b-tch was going right out that moment that your b-tch looked (hahaha)
see them b-tches face when they see how icy my wrist looks (ahhh)
f-ck n-ggas was hatin’ now them n-ggas got the sick look
i know how to brick, look (yeah), i know how to whip cook
it ain’t friday but the neighbors still can smell the fish cook
i just got a drop on a location where your bricks put
poke him in his mouth and rip his cheek like it’s a fish hook (wooooo)
yea, i’ve been waiting for a while for this (yeah)
since i’ve seen q with the transformer park that alchemist (waddup my n-gga?)
said it’s time to get up on my math, i studied calculus (yeah)
proud to k!ll the game and i’ma be the one to salvage it (ahhh)
i’m nicer than ever (aha), i’ma write in (?) whoever (aha)
we can fight this whatever (aha), i will tyson whoever (hahaha)
throw the raw on the scale, all the white sh-t i measured (whip up)
sold the o’s for a rack (aha), all my prices was better (talk to ’em)
what the f-ck n-ggas mean? how they gonna f-ck with machine?
i’m in a hood near you, my 40 tucked in my jeans, my n-gga (what’s poppin’?)
we take it to another level when the drama pop
empty mac-90 at your mama spot, b-tch be humble (hahaha, yeah, ahhhh)
i don’t think they understand that sh-t, i said i am the sh-t
might get on your beat and trample it and leave my stamp on it
move that brick i get my hands on it, i just dismantled it
break it down into some grams and then i hand to hand this sh-t (woooo)
pushing keys on some piano sh-t and stacked a benz from it
a philanthropist but still will have you wrapped in bandages
even worse they find your body wrapped in some abandoned sh-t
i get to spazzin’ on these beats i need some anger management
took a few bullets but i don’t have no disadvantages (hahaha)
so now i go harder like jordan in the f-cking championship (talk to ’em n-gga)
i’m getting 6 rings n-gga, off of this 16’s n-gga (woo)
and when i 16 n-gga, spit like an m-16 n-gga
you can go bring 16 n-ggas n-gga (ahh), and each brings 16 n-ggas (ahh)
watch how they all get the drum, watch how i let the clip ring n-gga (brrr)
get a flow so pristine n-gga, ha, it’s the machine n-gga (yeah, hahaha)

[outro]
ahh, be humble b-tch, shout out my west coast n-ggas man
my tde n-ggas, my n-gga schoolboy q, waddup n-gga?
get that 942 ready (yeah man)
yeah, i’m gone daringer, f-ck this sh-t

- conway the machine lyrics

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