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the half - conway the machine lyrics

uh huh
yeah

[verse 1: conway]

keep my cigarillo rolled tight
waiting for me to fall off, you’ll wait your whole life
you ain’t never been sh*t your whole life
even your mama know you just a low life
[?] straps on the giussepe’s n*gga
wig shot, b*tches still tell me i’m a s*xy n*gga (what up baby?)
i hear them sneak dissing, i don’t sweat the n*gga ( i hear it)
because imma beat the brakes of him when i catch the n*gga
k!lla tone just came home, a low on the way
take him to 40/40 blow forty k
go tell them i run the street
kxl send it through and i’m big punnin’ the beat
one of the illest since b.i.g, i been utter elite
been the jigga of my city for ten summers at least
not signed to a major, i’m independently
doing it so big i need me a lil kimberly
s.e is the gang and i am my own entity
n*ggas shot me but i don’t want sympathy for injuries
that just gave me the energy to get back on a k!lling spree
and k!ll the whole industry
won’t nothing stop me from what i’m trying to pursue
i’m the illest with the bars my n*gga this what i do
(this what i does)
(record scratching)

[verse 2: conway]

yeah
this music is so essential
move my mama from out of that hood to a residential
take her off of that bus and put her in back of that benzo
i’m hoping she can find the strength to forever let that man go
that’s why i spit it iller than most
you will never know the feeling behind the will of a ghost
make a toast, for the n*gga that critics consider goat
that almost got smoked, still spit it crazy
bullets still in his throat
my ears and my wrists wet
life is a casino i ain’t cashing in my chips yet
about to f*ck alot of hoes, homeboy, your b*tch next
bars so hot, when i write i make the pen sweat
n*ggas making statements they shouldn’t be making (come on man)
you looking at greatness my n*gga, i’m payton (i’m winning)
i’m setting records these n*ggas ain’t breaking
breaking in your place and all that sh*t in your safe’s what i’m taking
married to this money, no wedding ring
post office flow homie, i’m addressing everything
n*ggas hate me, because they want to be like me
i’m getting money like mitch and they want to come uncle ice me
any real n*gga can vouch for me
i don’t pay my shooters, they do it on the house for me
put a bullet in your scalp for me
martin luther style give it to you on your balcony
(record scratching)

[outro]
this how i do it, this how i play n*gga
know what i mean?
had to show these n*ggas that i’m still the illest with these bars
know what i mean?
n*ggas running they f*cking mouth
you got to show n*ggas sometimes, know what i mean?
(conway)

- conway the machine lyrics

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