Seeing Green

[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