Temple

[Intro: Conway the Machine] Machine Rare form, nigga All 2018, nigga, I'm in rare form, straight up Lucky Seven Conway Machine Bitch [Verse 1: Conway the Machine] Look When niggas talk, I don't get mad at all I rat-a-tat-tat with this MAC and them niggas scatter off (Brrt) Plus, they ain't fuckin' with nothin' in my catalogue (Not at all) If we ain't talkin' 'bout a bag, we can't chat at all, nigga (Fuck we talking for, nigga?) I hit the gas and cough Lemoncello, told big Berner "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, cadaver dog (Pssh) Crack a cigar, and relax in a bath in a loft With my bad Latin broad, ass fat and soft (Hahaha) Crackin' your jaw with a smack if you act like you hard That's a fact, this shit I'm rockin' ain't at the mall (Talk to 'em) Nah, I just get my cash and I stack it tall (Huh?) Dawg, I ain't do the back and forth I'm out in Calabasas with some bitches ridin' back to back in Porsche ('Kay) And, of course, smokin' this pack that taste like applesauce (Haa) Uh, I could look at you and tеll that you soft (You pussy) You actin' like I won't drop off a bag and have you off'd (Get you outta hеre) Look, this shit is natural, I feel I'm past you all They should build me a statue for the way I craft them bars (Hahaha) Go and ask 'em, when they see they me they sayin' "That's the God" (That's that nigga) So come at me? You runnin' at wall (Uh-huh) I'm cut from an extravagant cloth ('Kay) So, understand you comin' at a boss Machine, bitch [Chorus: Conway the Machine] Everyday I pray to God, like "God, please keep these fuck niggas from 'round me" (I come to you, Father, haha, yeah) Everyday I pray to God, like "God, please keep these bum bitches from 'round me" (Fuck outta here, bitch, hahaha) Everyday I pray to God, like "God, please keep this big money around me" (Ooh, I'm eatin' and I feel blessed, haha) I know God got me but I still keep this big ass AK around me (Brrt) Yeah [Verse 2: Conway the Machine] Gettin' 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 Whippin' beef summer sausage with the rices inside (Huh?) Came home, took shit over, see the ices I buy You see me with that new Ferrari with no license to drive (Voom) All type of designer shit, hittin' your wife on the side (Ha) That pussy good, I'ma keep fuckin' shorty like she was mine (Hahaha) 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 shit is effortless and I ain't even write it this time (Woo) Look, I gave niggas verses, gave you niggas a buzz (Uh-huh) I'm the reason them blogs came and showed you niggas love I raised the bar to a level you'll never get above I'm the Machine, this is what I does [Chorus: Conway the Machine] Everyday I pray to God, like "God, please keep these fuck niggas from 'round me" (Please, Lord, keep these n***** from around me, man, I can't trust 'em, haha) Everyday I pray to God, like "God, please keep these bum bitches from 'round me" (Ayo, get from 'round me, bitch, I'm good) Everyday I pray to God, like "God, please keep this big money around me" (I'm too rich- I'm too rich for these hoes right now, man, I feel blessed) I know God got me but I still keep this big ass AK around me (Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah) Yeah [Outro: Conway the Machine] Ayo, I feel so blessed right now, man, haha Nah, real shit Like, I- I feel blessed You know I walk with my head high With my chest out knowin' that God got me, you know? I mean, look at the circumstances I overcame, n****, haha That shit don't happen everyday, yeah Niggas gon' stop tryna slight me Niggas gon' pay me the homage I deserve I got it off the curb, yeah I emerged, nigga I'm here now Conway Machine, bitch Griselda, nigga (Brrt) Gone