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conway the machine – rick boxes lyrics

[verse 1]
yeah, look
forty tucked in the goyard belt
i dominated the game
i wrote pain that i know y’all felt
they say my verse on “the cow” was just so heartfelt
i ain’t complaining i’m explaining
that’s how those cards dealt
n-gg-s never did shit for me
so i don’t owe y’all help
why you need a verse from me?
why y’all can’t blow y’all self?
look, i go hard n-gg- don’t make me go off
shotty in the trench coat now i know how omar felt
n-gg-s scurry when they see me
you f-ck n-gg-s way over thirty and you needy
my young boy said give me the thirty bruh i need it
if thirty n-gg-s outside then thirty n-gg-s bleeding
and certainly he mean it i was late night
all black lurking with them heathens
in my city n-gg-s rarely get murdered for a reason
when i’m done with this razor boy surgery is needed
like birdie in the scene when he was cutting flip
who f-cking with machine n-gg-?

[chorus]
forty thousand dollar wristwatches
dope money in them rick boxes
play the stove get a brick popping
break it all down and then zip-lock it
cross the mobb then we stick papi
homemade ski mask from a ripped stocking
yea homemade ski mask from a ripped stocking

[verse 2]
you know my story n-gg-
wig shot, jaw’s twisted, bars been the sickest
but now i spit it more terrific
listen i’m just doing the lord’s wishes
told you the boy was gifted
spit it so raw you can water whip it
i know them n-gg-s that imported fishes
sniffed it you still live with your momma
pussy go wash the dishes
i buck fifty n-gg-s faces they wore the stitches
n-gg-s get staples on they stomachs
and it cost them zippers
catch me on a resort with gorgeous b-tches
i made a fortune built a fortress for my foreign empress
hit your forehead with this four-four and lift it
knock your head off your shoulders
just for talking some slick shit
if it’s drama i send them goons to your house
leave your n-gg- smoked in the living room on the couch
i turned one to two and i ain’t losing an ounce
i’m jordan in the finals i never lose when it counts
swisher full of jet fuel in my mouth
thinking bout them hundred bags of sour
that i just moved in a drought whoa
my youngin dumped his tool then be out
watched the news later see he x’d two n-gg-s out
you sneak dissing i can’t believe you choosing that route
boy that’s that same shit we usually shoot n-gg-s bout
check my resume my n-gg- i just had a year
that your favorite rapper hadn’t had in years
that’s why they mad i’m here
machine

[outro]
yeah
ago you know what’s funny
i’ve been telling n-gg-s for a minute now
that shit was getting spooky for you n-gg-s
n-gg-s thought i was playing though
know what i mean
told y’all n-gg-s shit about to get real n-gg-
shit done already got real n-gg-
i’m that n-gg- n-gg-
y’all n-gg-s know y’all can’t f-ck with me n-gg-
i ain’t from no project no borough n-gg-
i’m straight from the east side n-gg- buffalo n-gg-
i bet n-gg-s won’t come through here
talking crazy n-gg-
i got whatever on it aha
you n-gg-s pussy n-gg-
straight up
machine

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