Limitless

[Intro: Conway the Machine] Yeah, yeah Niggas can't fuck with me, nigga (Brr-brr) You know, niggas in rare form Gettin' real money, real bags, nigga Real killer shit, nigga [Verse 1: Conway the Machine] Uh, gun in my jeans, eleven-hun' for those pants But I ain't changin' my clothes 'til I'm done with those O's (Haha) I done ran up a stupid bag right under your nose (Haha) Need another truck for the summer, I wanna go Rolls My nigga from Memphis got real cheddars (Real bags) That nigga Eight in Tennessee, real leathers They say I'm one of the best, but I still don't get real credit (Ha) Hope them niggas added more layers to their lil' verses (Boom) If it's somethin', we'll address it, hope you gettin' the message It's a big difference between the Big Pun's and Lil X's (Haha) Yeah, big run leave real messes (Brr) Ladies seen his brain splattered, it made her throw up her breakfast We killers, but gettin' this money my real preference Remember scrapin' the bowl, tryin' to get the lil' extras (Whip up) We gon' slide, we gon' spin (Ha) Motherfucker, we gon' score (Brr), we gon' win (Boom, boom, boom, boom) DrumWork, bitch (Boom, boom, boom, boom) [Interlude: Ransom] Ah, these niggas got to read the room, man, haha Ayo, Don, Machine Let's give 'em that chaos [Verse 2: Ransom] Climbin' this ladder of success (Yes) While people are tryin' to swipe at your heels And shake the base of the ladder, I'm just embracin' the data (Yeah) Downloadin' every critique, whisper, hatin' or chatter These words for you backstabbers'll chip the blades of your daggers Yeah, the vivid rage of a pastor Retire a school book and they'll lift this page in the rafters When will a slave get to dig a grave for his master? Go father when you inherit the wicked ways of a bastard (Woo) Play ball with the devil and gently you'll cross over (Yeah) Soon as I found war (Uh-huh), they sent me a lost soldier (Damn) My thoughts sayin' (What?), "Why be friendly? The Lord knows you" Not a scam (Nah), every time that I envy, it's for closure Damn (Damn), what a floor to have One of my attributes, I ignore the past But when I was hungry, I hit your door and dash Stomp in this hell, so we gon' finish this (Yeah) Everythin' I do, I do it past the point of limitless