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conway the machine - sigel in state prop lyrics

[verse]
look, my shooter going for his eighth body
half a cake on the table, clean your plate buddy
keep a k by me, back seat of the grey mazi
shot in my head and lived, i’m the n-gga you can’t body
my dawg went upstate for a robbery
they gave him 15, been down 4
he’ll be home in another 8 probably
n-gga we had beef with
was in the same jail thinking he safe probably
left the meat hanging off his face sloppy
yeah, a yam of white go for a handsome price
whip them grams ’til night
turn on that cold water, hand me ice
dip my hands in ice, b-tches see how my wrist is dancing, yikes!
them racks i ran i stack my bands up tight since chandler heights
sn-tched the phantom white
your b-tch said i’m that n-gga, d-mn you right
my safe look like i pulled off the lufthansa heist
ratchet, blam, goodnight
i’m the machine b-tch, don’t hand me mics
god flow, i slap one of these rappers with the hands of christ
on grammy night, look, don’t talk to me ’bout how you trapping either
you can’t afford it or i don’t f-ck with you, so don’t ask for features
i’m back in neimans spending racks on sneakers
copped the balenciagas rocking raf adidas
dawg was selling dog food, i thought all he had was reefer
this n-gga had his hands on boy like a catholic preacher
this that animal rough sh-t
i’m with the same shooters that i ran through the cut with
griselda motherf-ckers, we don’t stand for no f-ck sh-t
i’m sigel in state property, what hand you roll up with?
this for them n-ggas still selling base
married to the streets, smoking wedding cake
mac-11 by the waist, the felons can relate
even warren g respect the way i regulate
my youngin shooting like he lillard he don’t hesitate
and every time we score on the opps we got to celebrate
machine

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