[Intro: Conway]
Machine
Term, whaddup nigga?
[Verse 1: Conway]
Look, shooters spraying lead where you lay your head
Two more into the face and head in case you're playing dead
Make sure it ain't no more breathing
He a fuck nigga, I ain't need no more reasons to leave him
I took a loss twice but I made it back
Twenty minutes on the block, made a stack back
I'm '91 Cube in a Raiders cap
I raise the strap, pushing pussy niggas faces back
You ran through that shortcut, we wave next
Everybody at the dice game got laid flat
Still the same nigga, just laid back
Craig's nap, the Just Don, the Atlanta Braves hat
I made racks from penning the illest insane raps
Some say that we the illest since like a decade back
That's way back
The most consistency, the most efficiency
You know who flow the most prolifically, who flow as sick as me
This gon' be history, know my opponents gon be sick of me
I keep the 40 with a loaded clip with me
No ain't no bitch in me
The street shit got me zoning differently
Listen, this shit is special like '96 It Was Written Esco
Reasonable Doubt Jigga, Purple Tape Chef
Whip a bird at nine, by noon I had a eighth left
Niggas hit my jack ain't no weight left
[❓❓] in twenties I'ma sell it on [Renee Stats ❓❓❓❓]
[Chorus: Termanology]
I came a long way from them days in the gutter
Making them plays yeah I had to shave butter
Now we on waves getting played from the cut up
Yeah that's on my momma, that's on my momma, yeah
I came a long way from them days in the gutter
Making them plays, yeah I had to shave butter
Now we on waves getting played from the cut up
Yeah that's on my momma, that's on my momma, yeah
[Verse 2: Termanology]
Uh my duffel bag all stuffed up, boy don't get it fucked up
I can get you stuck man that's tough luck
Rest in Peace Rudd my piece tucked
I had him bringing me the keys like the lease up
They came and took my whole block in police trucks
Had us on the news like they just inpeached Trump
I was front page from the gun blaze
Man you never lived that life you in the thug phase
I got the plug paid, you gave your plug grace
I'm from the era a point three was a dub of haze
Had dubs on the whip since the dub zero's
I'm no hero just a rapper that sold pillows
My scale talk to me still cause he miss the action
He say you left me for that bitch when you made it rapping
Nah I made it happen and I'm from the 'jects
Came a long way from making plays on them [❓❓] steps
[Chorus: Termanology]
I came a long way from them days in the gutter
Making them plays yeah I had to shave butter
Now we on waves getting played from the cut up
Yeah that's on my momma, that's on my momma, yeah
I came a long way from them days in the gutter
Making them plays, yeah I had to shave butter
Now we on waves getting played from the cut up
Yeah that's on my momma, that's on my momma, yeah
[Verse 3: Slaine]
Okay let's keep it going, push a button, tape record
Time to ape with my one tape Draco Paul
Had some situation that I got some statements for
With no further ado, let me take it forward
Was a very long time I was waging war
The harder I fought I became caged in more
The smarter I thought, I thought the faster I saw
Went from tapping the ass of a blunt passing out drunk
To cocaine on the weekend to smashing in the trunk
Rifles, pockets take out all this cash in a lump
Smoking PCP stuck by the trash in the dumpster
I'm passionate rash you can't gas on youngster
But it's a cold world when you're lost and very ill
Your best friend served as a cautionary tale
But if I heard the message it did not work long
Cause I was taking acid and watching Clockwork Orange
Before the first song I ever put a hot verse on
I was running in the streets, I was caught up
Before me and Coka Nostra locked up [❓❓]
I was moving with a different kinda product
I was young I was looking for a deal to sign
I would hustle, I would scuffle, I would steal for mine
Would I live, would I die, what I did, I would strive
To get out and the future was revealed in time
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