Some Free

[Verse]

(Talk to 'em)

Look, a G call and the savages came

With automatics to aim tryin' to splatter your brain

Clappin' your frame, bullets shatterin' the glass of your Range

Catch you backstage at your show, and we yappin' your chain

I fishtail the Lamb' drove that in the rain

Uh, fishscale the yams when the packages came

Uhh, your bitch can tell that I'm stackin' my change

I was in the Street Fam sellin' Fabolous 'caine

Not rappin' but these niggas not rather the same

I been actually tryin' to reframe from smackin' a lame

When you hear me on the track you hear the passion and pain

You can tell the way I craft it that I mastered the game

This kind of shit you ain't built for, get back in your lane

Niggas get stabbed in the face for attackin' my name

Nigga, breakin' news shit, another rapper is slain

Told my goon after the kill bring back your remains, my nigga

Some niggas Bloods, and some niggas is Crips

Some niggas official, but most of you niggas bitch

I ain't here to make friends, you niggas can eat a dick

My youngin blood thirsty, he eager to squeeze a clip

You sneak a diss, hope we don't peep it 'cause we a flip

Let the heater lift you off of feet and we leave you stiff

See me in Fifth with a Rican bitch and she is thick

Keep a razor in her bag, she givin' your cheek a kiss

Cubans weighin' at least a brick

Plug like Tony, he bust open a ki to sniff

Every other day my trigger finger itch

And that's the same hand I write with, Machine is sick

I'll bust down a jubilee band

Who let you niggas in the studio? You should be banned

I can have you whack for, like, maybe two or three bands

I'ma get us rich, won't no nigga ruin these plans

La Máquina

[Outro: Conway the Machine + Sample]

Yo, you know what's up, nigga

Machine, bitch

("La Máquina!")