Letra de Otis Driftwood - Conway the Machine

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Uh, look

MAC dumpin', hittin' at the glass, that's Duncan

Clap somethin', we get on your ass, whack somethin'

Packs pumpin' quicker than I bag, racks comin'

Ain't that somethin'? Ain't that somethin'?

My dog home from behind the wall, runnin' the yard form

Homemade poker, cut your cheek down to your jawbone (Talk to 'em)

Chopper boys, we the reason why that bar closed (Brrt, brrt)

Country Mike got shot right in front of me, my heart froze, uh

It's Mr. One Punch, fronts break

Grindin' like your front brakes, junkies at my front gate (Ha, boom, boom, boom)

The pack man, used to bag grams up 'til my thumbs ache (Bag up)

We layin' verses down, we layin' bodies down in one take (Hahaha)

I made a half a million this week

Two hundred few days before, a few hundred from the tour

Merch brought in a couple more, been eatin' all summer long

CRWNZ, that's a couple more

Quarter million dollars just to puff cigars (Talk to 'em)

But comin' for my crowns, I'll put you in one (Ha)

She said, "You did your big one," she wanna know, can her friend come?

I made some millions and then some

They said I won't be shit, but look

What's in my pocket now is my teacher's annual income (Pah-pah-pah-pah-pah-pah, woo)

I spent my free time in the dope spot (Uh-huh)

Machine before Elon made the robot (Ah)

The big boy made three thousand off his stovetop (Mm)

It take too long to find you, get your ho shot (Where that bitch at?)

Uh, we out in traffic, we took the 'matics (Okay)

I ain't pushin' peace, we got clips, I'm pushin' malice (They can't fuck with me)

I crept into these niggas' top fives quietly

Don't put me in no box, it only fucks with my anxiety

My dog on side of me, put you in a box if you tryin' me (Green light)

Them other niggas too pretty, I keep it grimy-ly (They pussy)

Tissue in my nose, out in Paris, nigga (Ha)

Pieces on me glow, eight hundred karats, nigga (Talk to 'em)

Million-dollar phone before the lyrics, nigga (Haha, if you know, you know)

Yeah, Machine

MAC dumpin', hittin' at the glass, that's Duncan (Ha)

Clap somethin', we get on your ass, whack somethin' (Get on your ass, nigga)

Packs pumpin' quicker than I bag, racks comin' (Pump)

Ain't that somethin'? (Ain't that somethin'?) Ain't that somethin'? (Yeah)

My dog home from behind the wall, runnin' the yard form (Woo)

Homemade poker, cut your cheek down to your jawbone (Woo)

Chopper boys, we the reason why that bar closed (Chopper boys)

Country Mike got shot right in front of me, my heart froze (My nigga)

My heart cold now, yeah, haha

Ayo, haha, look at they face (Haha)

Ayo, when you see niggas, man, look at they face, haha

Uh, only I can do this, nigga

Machine, bitch, I get better with time

Fuck they thought, nigga, it's over? Nah

You know, and I dropped with all the giants too, nigga, huh

You know? All the heavy hitters

That shit was nice

And then there was Machine

You know what I mean?

Niggas can drop as many albums as they want

In a year, two years, ten years

It don't matter

'Cause in the end, it is me

It is he who remains (Haha)

You can't kill God with bullets, motherfucker, hmm

I seen them niggas takin' shots at me, you know what I mean?

Lil', lil' subtle internet shots and shit

Let's rap, though

Fuck your streams, fuck your sales, your plaques, all that

Let's rap, nigga

Machine, bitch

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