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conway the machine - mandatory lyrics

[verse 1: conway]
yeah, look
they hate you when you winnin’
i been knew i was great from the beginnin’
that’s why real n-gg-s relate to sh-t i written
look, my dog caught a gun case and went to prison
caught a new one on parole, got a detainer, so he sittin’
he said, “con, them n-gg-s hate you, so they ain’t gon’ see your vision
i’m good behind this wall, dog, just make sure that you k!ll ’em”
i feel him (i feel you my n-gg-)
30 shot clips, i fill ’em to the top
hit ’em up with the glocks, or i mac-10 ’em
balmain denim
i hustle for 4 days in ’em
let the 4 blaze, and 4 strays h-t ’em
one van, 4 goons, plus 4 k’s in ’em
they snorted a 8-ball, more raw ‘caine in ’em
i told ’em don’t even come back if y’all ain’t k!ll ’em
i’m the illest, every bar is pure snake venom
all my pots got resi’ from the raw flake in ’em
taa, and them fork scr-pes in ’em, ha
whip up, whip up
keep runnin’ your d-ck suckers
i’ma pick the fifth up
blick up your body, leavin’ wounds you can’t st-tch up
it’s us, gxfr, grip the 500 smith up
sh-t hit a building and chip the bricks up, what
bustin’ and f-ck my wrist up
he snitch, f-ck him, cut the n-gg- tongue out his mouth
and sew his lips up
look, you can’t f-ck with the sh-t that i wrote
didn’t like and ripped up
me and daringer whipped another brick up

[chorus: cormega samples]
“the-the-the-the, the-the-the-the drama is a part of me”
“son, son, you know the drilly”
“it’s mandatory”
“the-the-the-the, the-the-the-the drama is a part of me”
“son, son, you know the drilly”
“it’s mandatory”

[verse 2: conway]
look, look
fifth tucked in my drawers
dog, you ain’t a k!ller, you ain’t never blick nothin’ before
and if you blick somethin’, you never hit nothin’ before
i will carve you up nice, put a big cut in your jaw
my homie 24, but he been f-ckin’ with raw
when he was 20, he had 20 bricks stuffed in the wall
i’m the god, i can have your b-tch f-ckin’ us all
bagged the b-tch in versace, got my d-ck sucked in the store
fiends sayin’ my white hit hard like jack dempsey
k!lla tone spray your trap ’til the mac empty
look, i ain’t one of them rap n-gg-s that act friendly
i will clap any one of y’all, keep my gun involved
pack the black semi
wig shot him, little pieces of his brain
stained up my blue and black pennys
honest, i get the rocket launcher from mohammed, kaif halak
straight pop it at you ’til you ain’t conscious (machine, n-gg-)

[verse 3: royce da 5’9″]
i’m the hardest n-gg- out
it’ll even be hard for god to figure out, i’m a godly figure out
in the streets like a harley
n-gg-, i stand tall, and i hardly see a taller n-gg- out, at all
here it is in laymen’s
you don’t wanna act hard fam, i follow him on ‘gram
lure him to the backyard jam
for war with him, report him to spam, right after i spray him
as far as the booth
man i just go in there (?) with bows and arrows on
in rare form ’til i’m either blowin’ some headphones
or seein a (?) airborne
f-ckin’ with conway and gunn up in buffalo, with my buffalo cartiers on
probably ridin’ with my fire red bone
i’m on fire, her ears be burnin’ when she ain’t with me
so now she’ll probably live long
she like to party, pop molly and lollygag
i drop bodies and party crash with glock shotties
you know i gotta, hit him for the gold that sit in the safe
100,000 gunsmoke rounds got him like, “oh, we get it, you vape”
that’s what the gorillas did, i’m everything you feel you ain’t
-ss-ssinate characters like twitter did to azealia banks
fly n-gg-s deviant, wild n-gg-s obedience
me and my compadres in a (?) lookin’ for head like sade
but nah, i ain’t no r&b n-gg-
it’s either my way or (hehe), y’all hoes beat it then
i ain’t got no game and these b-tches just understand my story
nickel 9 and conway the animal, boy, it’s mandatory

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