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nu devils - conway the machine lyrics

[intro: conway the machine]
mmm, ah (hmm)
uh

[chorus: conway the machine]
i don’t know what it is
blessings keep comin’ in, sh*t, i don’t know what it is (i don’t know)
but i ain’t sendin’ no rescue boat, n*gga, you burnt the bridge (look)
i don’t want you to die yet, f*ck n*gga, need you to live (i need you here)
i need you to be around long enough to watch me do it big, n*gga (haha)

[verse 1: conway the machine]
yeah, ayy, i don’t know what it is (yeah)
these n*ggas so p*ssy, they don’t ever stand on what they did (stand on it)
grandma said god do (araabmuzik), but my heart never forgives (never)
uh, i don’t know what it is
had the wolves on that bullsh*t in new york like i’m coach thibs (ah)
jumpin’ out your bushes soon as they get the drop where you live
bro opened up, fire burnin’ a n*gga right in front of his kids
no cap, i paid for likе three hats like i’m at lids (woo), ayy
you wanna be jordan?
might gotta punch a teammatе in the face (ah), that sh*t important (huh?)
i wanna win more than n*ggas, you see how i’m recordin’
hoppin’ out the amg, louis v timbs more than your mortgage (n*gga, ayy, talk to ’em)
flawless (huh?), my neck and wrist is a faucet (cap)
told lil’ bro on tour with me, had three warrants (three?)
more n*ggas hatin’ on me while i get bags in that’s enormous (ha)
i just skate past (huh?), cartier crash (woo)
my lil’ b*tch straight bad (bad), i’ll slap on that fake ass (fat)
my goons’ll straight spazz (spazz), not who you wanna make mad (uh*uh)
respect is everything, we g*checkin’ everything (everything)
y’all on that magic johnson sh*t, y’all let the fake pass (uh*huh)
me, i’m quick to straight crashout, like f*ck my break pass, uh (talk to these n*ggas, king)
but now my time consumed with getting this money
i planted me a seed, now my eyes is gloomin’ (ah)
n*ggas still try to undermine my influence
but what those other guys was doin’ before i arrived to do this (haha)
rest in peace clark kent, he told these n*ggas i was the truest (rest in peace, my n*gga)
look (look)
[chorus: conway the machine]
i don’t know what it is (huh?)
these f*ck n*ggas just wanna take from me, they don’t never give
back*to*back rolls*royce trucks when i’m pulling up at liv (you see me)
’bout to go back, f*ck me a rap n*gga b*tch like i’m diggs, n*gga (ha)
yeah, i don’t know what it is
these n*ggas still broke, i see they stomach touchin’ they ribs
free c’s, free kutter, free shiest, walkin’ down they bid
honey bun in the duffel bag for they make it back to the crib (free my n*ggas)
i don’t know what it is

[interlude: g herbo]
yeah, uh, g herbo, conway the machine
man, let me show you how to—
how this sh*t go, where you flowin’ with a rap god
how iron sharpen iron (let’s get it)

[verse 2: g herbo]
i don’t know what it is about n*ggas
how they player hate and doubt n*ggas
how they sneak diss and clout chase, see ’em, gotta slap the sh*t out n*ggas
but f*ck ’em, i’m gettin’ my riches (you know that)
i was sixteen with six figures
i was trappin’, been ’bout business
move weight, i been ’bout fitness
and i’m still locked in with the k!llers
at 21, bust down a m with my hitters
i was thuggin’ ever since i was little
you don’t pick a side, get stuck in the middle
got no love for suckers and snitches
can’t come on this side, sh*t don’t even fit us (uh*uh)
four glock 23s in the vip, anyone tweak in here, we’ll switch ’em (grrt)
wave b*y*e when he d*i*e ’cause the arp ain’t missin (never)
i ain’t never once shot from a distance (never)
put that smoke in the air like an incense
when it’s war, ain’t n0body innocent
up the score real quick, sh*t instant
street n*ggas turn b*tch, i seen it
four nick’ make demons christian
but back to this cake, i missed it (i missed it)
i’m a millionaire straight out the trenches (swerve)
get paid ’til i die, no pension
scored a touchdown, fourth and inches
n*ggas d*ck ridin’ from the benches (f*ck ’em)
why they always so defensive? (f*ck ’em)
i ignore ’em, but i feel that tension
done sh*t for them that i won’t mention
swerve, they know i’m the biggest (biggest)
i’m the one let you get your shine on even though i’m the littest
i own my masters and my mixes, put a rolls*royce on sixes (for real)
i pop out daily in fits 10k, and i don’t wanna take no pictures
my father had two benzes back when n*ggas was ridin’ spinners
two decades later, got ten whips, some i only drive in winter (only in the winter)
i pray god let my broski in, although he died a sinner
guess i’ll repent for both our sins ’cause i was slidin’ with him, yeah (muzik)
[interlude: g herbo]
no bap
come on

[verse 3: g herbo]
they thought i was done, i’m right back in this sh*t (i ain’t done yet)
like cube and epps, i’m ’bout my benjamins
spent an m and ducked two sentences
hit the ‘raq, linked up with menaces
new deal worth thirty mill’, at thirty, i’m tryna touch a fifty clip (relentless)
mama said don’t tell my business, but i gotta keep you n*ggas hip (gotta keep you n*ggas hip)
still tote some sh*t with a rubber grip, so mind your f*ckin’ lip
on my strip, we militant, post up like darko miličić
here i am, since 2016, i’m still k!llin’ sh*t (uh)
two of my backends, a hundred grand, i’m ’bout to spend this sh*t
told my blood, “take a quarter ticket, go and make it flip” (flip that)
i got bored, hit the dealership and copped another whip (nyoom)
every load five hundred bowls, i started from a zip
ain’t no player celebratin’ wins until we get a ‘ship (a championship)
i got comfortable, started to slip, i had to get a grip
i don’t wanna eat my f*ckin’ chips until i get some dip

[outro]
some of that griselda sh*t, they be like, they talk that sh*t
they feel like 1994 boom bap hip*hop
i literally would beg for them not to change their sound
’cause they’ve opened the door for boom bap rap again
and i hope that they leave the door open
they talk, yo, conway, talks, talks
conway is vicious, i love them dudes, i do

- conway the machine lyrics

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