[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
What's up nigga?
Machine bitch, look
Hold up
Shotty pup, bodies drop
Broad day
Fuck who outside let everybody watch
Might start robbing niggas, take everybody's watch
Watch, these niggas got' respect me or they're getting shot
I’m your favorite rapper's nightmare
Candyman, say my name on your records nigga I'm right there
Now they're quite scared
Knife slice through your windpipe there
Leave your windpipe with a slight tear
Got your blood on my Yeezy, the orange stripe pair
I'm only here to apply pressure and strike fear
In the heart of these fuck niggas, what's up nigga?
You already know you can't fuck with us
Shooters with red rags on like Rambo
Get guns drumming 'til they're out of ammo
Wig shot, blow out your candle
Hide a nigga dead body right inside the [?]
Hold up
[Sample]
You headed north or south?
(North)
Aw jump in
I'll make sure you're headed in the right direction
[Verse 2: [?]]
Ey yo it’s getting spooky for niggas
And you get smoked like a loose for niggas
But I'm cool
Upper cut like Ryu I'm still bucking at [?] foods
Spending money and I'm wavier than typhoons
Hit your bitch from the side view
Her pussy was sweeter than Hi-Chews
Get popped through the drive-thru
Your bitch told me the ice cream machine was down
So I drove around and shot the manager, I panicked
I was famished so I went and got a chicken sandwich
Dammit
Then we spent out
Back to the crib with the shag rug and pimp couch
I watched SpongeBob for six hours
The bitch mad cause she say I made her miss Power
I cussed her out with some lit sour
These shows don't be on shit don't miss ours
This a style from my fifth album
I'm on ten get your shit but bitch
You can pop with his friends and them it depends how I'm feeling
[Sample]
Why are you pushing me?
(What did you say?)
I said why are you pushing me I haven't done anything to you
(First of all I ask the questions)
[Verse 3: [?]]
Hey yo these new niggas I don't understand them
I'm from the [?]
Smack DVDs an alternate breed
Never could I be a trashy nigga for figures
Hell I figured being the realest the only route
Puffing an ounce bumping down and out
Thinking damn how did Pam get the Lambo?
A ghetto power with passion to say more
I upped the ticket on the art like say more
And now niggas pay me shit ain't no places I can't go
Paid the dues with interest I'm on some G shit
I kept it humble throughout the travels
Now I'm free from the shackles
This rapper shit I will tackle
Put that on the power that we pay to our tabernacles
Grind 'til I cop the castle
Counting cash ain't a hassle
Me that leaves sixty to pass through shit
It's quite apparent that I never panic
My niggas focused like they're Ford branded
From the hood to where its hot and sandy
Shit
I pray I see the pearly gates before I hit the pearly gates
I can't go out like I'm Mase
Dare a nigga lay a hand on my sage
I ain't having it
I earned my paper boy
Might have caught me in Atlanta fooling them
And it's me and the coalition commission
All my niggas was president except for Swisher and Nixon
Speaking of Swisher let me get back into the twisting
And now we turn while you niggas listen
Listen
[Sample]
Did he kill them all?
I could have told you
[?] the law
Out here its me
Don't push it
Don't push it, I'll give you a war you'll pay for
Let it go
Let it go