[Intro]
Drumwork shit, nigga
Shout out [?]
SK, what up
A band full of motherfuckin' assassins
Spitters (Yeah)
Oh, I forgot
I'ma let my brother Goose talk to you niggas
[Verse 1: GooseByTheWay]
I'm iller than niggas contrary to what you say and believe
Conway gave me the assist, now I'm taking a leap
Break if you need, I don't need none
Claiming you got killers, let me see some
Won't ask for your opinion if I don't need one
Don't mention my name
You can't hurt me, boy, I'm hip to the game
I ran this shit without catching a sprain
Twenty city tour without having a name
Now it's Goose, now it's By The Way
Where the truth's been, don't take it to war
Save your money, go make you some more
I think I got some pop bottles you boys can take to the store
I'm taking off at the right time, they left me
I don't think they understand me in my right mind, now it's Drumwork
Run your mouth, motherfucker, I hope your gun work
Pressure bust pipes when this gun burst
I promise you niggas, yeah
[Interlude: Conway the Machine]
Yeah
It's so immaculate
Machine, bitch
You know what I mean
Uh, niggas ain't fucking with me
, look
[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
Tryna reach the top, such a long ladder to climb
And God balancing mines and yours staggering
See, you gotta look deeper than ball patterns and lines
My thoughts travel my mind so deep in the space I can just reach out my arms
It's just not [?] out of the sky
I look in the mirror, I'm looking God back in the eyes
While y'all niggas hit the stu' and record raps full of lies
It's all cap, I couldn't enjoy that if tried
This is heroin coming through the speaker
Before I drop the album, had to [?] to heat streets up
These niggas album full of guest appearances, that don't mean it's a heater
To me, that made it weaker
See, I don't really need to ask these niggas for features
I am the elite them niggas feature [?]
To get a verse because they know I put the beats in a sleeper
Stomp a rapper 'til his face tats on the bottom of my sneaker, yeah
This the beginning of my next chapter
Far as this Griselda shit, you know Machine the X factor
I'll let you debate who's the best rapper
But when I leave, tell me what's left after
(Talk to these niggas, king)
I killed that pussy and she slept after, and then I left after
And I ain't lock the door or text after
Give every hating bone in your body a stress fracture
I don't respect half of you
[Outro]
You know when it comes to being an elite emcee
There's three credentials that you need
Lyricism, delivery, and facts, nigga
