[ Featuring Conway the Machine, DJ Muggs ]
Still in the spin like baggage claim
A savage aim my niggas had the cane so you
Know we had to gain
Shit, we could of had the game
F*ck it I'm good though
All I need's a hot plate, wife, and a good ho
I'll kill you with a block of
Ice and melt the evidence you wasn't shit
Me doing that is like benevolence
The fly shit I block can
Give life to dead presidents
Blow a few stacks and have 'em
Run up in your residence
See blacks, browns been eatin' sea bass oscar
Lookin' like my family reunion
Now we sippin' wine like we takin' communion
God bless
No confusion Lord we understand all
Never politic with polic my nigga stand tall
Corduroys all lookin' like our fathers
Soak up sopping
Came through holding revolvers
Half my leg covered in suede, I stay paid
Got fam in the county of Dade
I'm from New York though
Talk low, eagle hawk flow, can talk though
He sport low
Ancient changed i'm still maneuvering
The MAC or the AK which blicka to use
F*ck it the desert eagle, 4-5th what I choose
Even though the 5th got a
Little kick when it boom
But I'm used to this shit
I be blickin and smooth lift up your roof
Pussy nigga when I'm grippin' this tool
Kill every beat I'm on, I consistently do you
Said you sick as me
That don't make sense to me dude
Cause I been nice since elementary school
Lyrically- who f*ckin' with me?
I ain't make it on the list, but it's cool
Every verse I write is like
A brick of some food
I'm descended, removed industry dudes
The niggas that dress like bitches
And the niggas that figure it's cool
They like Machine
None of these niggas official as you
Cause the shit I rap about is
The shit that I do
In real life, if I green light it
Missiles gettin' through
F*ck up out of my way
Let my niggas get through motherf*cker
