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conway the machine - temple lyrics

[intro]
machine
rare form n+gga
all 2018 n+gga i’m in rare form, straight up
lucky seven
conway machine
b+tch

[verse 1]
look
when n+ggas talk, i don’t get mad at all
i rat+a+tat+tat with this mac and them n+ggas scatter off (brrrt)
plus they ain’t f+cking with nothing in my catalogue (not at all)
if we ain’t talking bout a bag, we can’t chat at all (f+ck you talking for n+gga?)
n+gga, i hit the gas and cough
limoncello, told big burner “send me a package off” (i need that)
i don’t battle, but i can out rap half your squad
get around rappers, i smell a body, could dab a dosh
crack a cigar, relax in a bath in a loft
with my bad latin broad, ass fat and soft (hahaha)
cracking your jaw with a smack if you act like you hard
that’s a fact, this sh+t i’m rocking ain’t at the mall (talk to ’em)
nah, i just get my cash and i stack it tall (huh)
dog i ain’t do the back and forth
i’m out in calabasas with some b+tches riding back to back in porsche (cap)
and of course smoking this pack that taste like applesauce (ahhh)
or i could look at you and tell that you soft (you p+ssy)
you acting like i won’t drop off a bag and have you off’d (get you outta hеre)
look, this sh+t is natural, i feel i’m passed you all
they should build mе a statue for the way i craft them bars (hahaha)
go and ask them, when they see they me they saying “that’s the god” (that’s that n+gga)
so come at me? you running at wall (uh+huh)
i’m cut from an extravagant cloth (cap)
so understand you coming at a boss
machine, b+tch
[chorus]
everyday i pray to god like
“god please keep these f+ck n+ggas from round me”
everyday i pray to god like
“god please keep these bum b+tches from round me”
everyday i pray to god like
“god please keep this big money around me”
i know that god got me
but i still keep this ak around me
yeah

[verse 2]
getting high as a kite with my slime
i’m mike in his prime, that’s jordan and tyson combined
my life is a grind, locked up twice and confined
whipping beef summer sausage with the rices inside (huh)
came home, took sh+t over, see the ices i buy
see me with that new ferrari with no license to drive (vroom)
while type of design, the sh+t hitting your wife on the side (hah)
that p+ssy good, imma keep f+cking shorty like she was mine (hahahaha)
you said you nicer than i but my bars hurt like a knife in a thigh
and cut away a slice of your pride
when i’m on a mic with the lines, i’m like mike from the line
this sh+t is effortless and i ain’t even write it this time (whoo)
look i gave n+ggas verses, gave you n+ggas a buzz (uh huh)
i’m the reason them blogs came and showed you n+ggas love
i raised the bar to a level you’ll never get above
i’m the machine, this is what i does
[chorus]
everyday i pray to god like
“god please keep these f+ck n+ggas from round me”
everyday i pray to god like
“god please keep these bum b+tches from round me”
everyday i pray to god like
“god please keep this big money around me”
i know that god got me
but i still keep this ak around me
yeah

[outro]
ayo i feel so blessed right now man
hehehe
nah real sh+t
i+i+i+i+i feel blessed
y’know i walk with my head high
with my chest out knowing that god got me, yknow?
i mean, look at the circumstances i overcame, man
that sh+t don’t happen everyday
n+ggas gonna stop and tryna slight me
n+ggas gonna pay me the homage i deserve
i got it off the curb
uh
i emerged n+gga
i’m here now
conway machine b+tch
griselda n+gga
brrrrrrt
i’m gone

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