Exzibit J

[Intro]

Yeah

Uh

Hehe

You got a part of me, man, hehe

I been on that champagne all afternoon, you know I mean?

Smokin' good

But I'm 'bout to take off, niggas, hahahahaha

Look

Check

[Verse 1]

Here comes the young spitter that fears none

My new shit is two sticks beatin' on your ear drums

I ain't the one you should try to gain a career from

'Cause I'm shootin' everything you set fair ones

I spit that shit that's from the same place my tears from

They hear son, they like, "where did he appear from?"

The Eastside of thе city where niggas stay clear from

Hеad-on collisions with death, the boy feared from

Yo' place where I make a hunned racks before the year's done

Yeah, these niggas hatin' but it don't affect me

I hear these up and comin' niggas but they don't impress me

They don't flow correctly, they flow upsets me

But I can guarantee one thing, y'all gon' respect me

I'm well known in my city, by the hoes especially

Every time I meet a new bitch, I'm told I'm sexy

Nigga, I'm gon' ball even if Kobe check me

When I post up, the White [?] won't reject me

I can't go to Hell 'cause the Devil won't accept me

Damn, I'm back spittin' like I lost my mind

I can have a nigga killed in one course of dime

Yeah, I am on the grind all the time

I can come to yo' hood and make you come to mine

I really took them shits across state border lines

So this is why I can put it in a rhyme

And put in yo' mind, these fake niggas, I'm gon 'expose 'em

These niggas rappin' 'bout shit, that they don't indulge in

Right now I'm in the booth, both pockets bulgin'

Hehehe, you fuckin' with me when I'm zonin'

The best bomb squad can't prevent my explosion

When I goes in, rest in peace, no condolence'

Wrist frozen, see it behind the Rove' tints

Hahaha, I know this shit ain't makin' no sense

How my shit buzzin' like this with no promotion

Tell yo' favorite rapper that I'm closin' in

But I ain't thinkin' 'bout them niggas, I'm just goin' in

[Interlude]

Hahahahahaha, geah

Yeah, man, you know I mean? Hehehe

Like I said, you got a part of me, man

I been doin' it big all night, you know I mean?

That's how I do, nigga, haha

I mean, you bum ass broke niggas wouldn't ever understand that

'Cause y'all don't see that, y'all don't live that life

Hahaha, it's Conway, bitch

Hehe

I told niggas, I'm The Machine, man

[Verse 2]

I'm goin', PS3 on the tour bus in NBA 2K game

Mothafucka, that's the only time I do play games

I spew straight flames

Niggas was sleepin' on me 'til I woke they ass up, just like too fake pain

I move straight 'caine

I got four and a half, Monday night, and it was gone before Tuesday came

You in the club with one beer and two fake chains

Yo' bitch chose me 'cause yo' boo hate, lames

Hahaha, ah

Hehehe

Yeah, and I probably fucked yo' main broad

'Cause I can cut anything, I'm like the chainsaw

I was in that studio tryna perfect my dream

They tried to tell me I been nothing more than second stream

I'm like a star quarterback on a better team

MVP season one win, for my second wing

Why yo' favorite rapper sweeter than a nectarine?

I keep a big gun, lean a nigga like Promethazine

Haha (Lame, hahahaha)

I'm cut from a different cloth, nigga, check the seams

'Bout to drop my shit and I'ma show niggas what pressure mean

Yeah, the young boy proper with them words

If you ain't got nothing, then you got what you deserve

I'm in that big Range Rover, hoppin' off the curb

That's my word, I ain't never gave a dollar to a bird

Yeah, I want these rap has-beens feared

I'm the hottest in the last 10 years

[Outro]

Conway, bitch

I'm gone