The Machine and TEK - Tek, CONWAY THE MACHINE

I got

Yeah, nigga

New York gritty shit, nigga

East side Buffalo shit, nigga

Brownsville, Bucktown, Brooklyn shit, nigga

It ain’t no games, fuck nigga

Ain’t nobody playin' with you niggas

Look

Trash bags on the sticks (Ha?)

Homemade ski masks, I spaz when I flip (No cap)

Hurricane wrist, mad glass gettin' whipped

From a half to a brick, had mad niggas sick (Haaa)

You niggas mad, I see it all in they faces

Their stomachs start hurtin' when I pulled up in that spaceship

Had them niggas hurt, I might drop a bag, have them niggas murked (Uh-huh)

And that’s if I don’t clap them niggas first (Brrr)

Dash through Saks to get a shirt (Yuh)

Neil Barrett tee, six-hundred, I had to get it first (You know, the fly shit)

I had a fully automatic get to work (Yeah)

It’ll be tragic to see your favorite rapper in a hearse

Rest in peace, nigga (Dead bwoy), you just a rapper, lil' homie

I’m a street nigga, gt your shit bust to the white meat, nigga (Wig shot)

Mix th sour with the kief, nigga (Smokin')

Any issue, bitch, we’ll squeeze blicka (Brrr)

Machine, nigga (What?)