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schemin' - conway the machine lyrics

[intro]
yeah
real n*gga all day, every day, n*gga
griselda

[verse]
its funny how the same people that diss you be n*ggas you a idol to
like how you gon’ hate on a n*gga that inspired you
i’m not replying to little n*ggas that i’m a giant to (not at all)
before you rap about a brick n*gga buy a few (hahaha)
i eat a beat up, tell em to pull a beat up
i beat up beats half sleep with my feet up
i sneak up creep with long heat, shoot your street up
you beyond sweet, you want beef n*gga speak up! (speak up!)
i’m in roofcriss having me a steak
champagne full glasses full of grapes
my b*tches say daddy you a great
smoking gas in a cabin with a lake
look, i do what you average n*ggas can’t
basquiat flow, every verse a masterpiece i paint
think you spit fire, come and look the dragon in the face boy! (what’s good)
i’m really bout that action in the way that i can get a greenlight
it’ll be a massacre a day boy (greenlight n*gga)
i shoot the ruger remove your wig
you talking tough on computers like you a shooter
ya’ll n*ggas f*cking with any n*ggas that yall think do it big (for real)
i’m saying f*ck everybody i don’t care who it is
and west rolling up the og pack
tch, i see these n*ggas want the old me back
they say my name in their verses but i don’t react
flip over my boy i got kobe stacks
not only that, sh*t you know me scr*p
you get out of pocket boy you know you gon’ be clapped
the flow be crack
remind you of the og rap
my respect homie you owe me that
tables usually turn
seems like it was yesterday they was kissing on 106
now wayne suing bird. (hahaha!)
d*mn, i got a way with using words
i’m waiting to use this k with me to lay you on the curb (brrt)
wack a n*gga i ain’t tatt a tear
my dawg throwing up the product like a cavalier (k)
every where i go i gotta keep a ratchet near
eastside buffalo, where life don’t matter here
the city need hope
i’m with your first lady in the presidential suite i should get everybody vote
the sh*t that i find a joke, a bum n*gga finally start getting a couple of dollars now he calling everybody broke (pssh)
no regular weed boy this ain’t what everybody smoke (hah)
life jacket flow b*tch i kept everybody a float (please believe that!)
it’s evident check the evidence
i set presidents, a few n*ggas gained relevance from it
f*ck it if ever its something whatever it’s nothing
that sh*t you yelling i love it, you see me winning n*gga!
i know it hurt you like a sh*ll in the stomach
as for my city though tell them i run it
i whipped up a tape for them n*ggas that’s talking, yeah i said i was coming
the ground shaking like herds of elephants running (hahaha)
there’s levels to this sh*t, you know why i ran the sh*t since ’05 that should be telling you something
well them n*ggas mention my name i don’t never discuss it
cause it’s them same n*ggas that never did nothing when i address them in public
f*ck it, ayo i really think them n*ggas jealous (huh)
that’s why i talk sh*t just to ruffle them n*ggas’ feathers
said i throw shots on the internet, let them n*ggas tell it
but if i throw shots at a n*gga, they don’t live to tell it
[outro]
machine, b*tch
(i throw shots at a n*gga, they don’t live to tell it) gone
griselda, by fashion rebels

- conway the machine lyrics

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