Conway the Machine
Final Four
[Intro: Flee Lord]
Nah, nah, for real, man, for like
There was like twelve years of my life that
All I listened to was Infamous, Mobb Deep, and DJ Premier
LordMobb soldier on the front line
Fuck a punchline, it only take one time to play about mine
I mean, you could argue I'm a product of both
Shit, it only take one time to play about (Lord Lord!)

[Verse 1: Flee Lord & Roc Marciano]
Yeah, we 'bout to go deep (Huh) then deep cover
Multiply the team while keeping the streets smothered (Brrrt)
Fuck what you heard, fuck what you saying
N***a, I don't hear nothing unless it's about a payment (Woo)
Big herringbone and a ring full of diamonds
Plus thе joint of some girl that came from a consignment (What?)
I got a trap in thе back and one in the middle (One in the middle)
If it ain't about a dime then they can slide for a nickel (Let's get 'em)
We the task force shakers getting cash off wavers
Only time you seeing me is when I pass off paper (Woo)
White stretching, lounging with the killers, learning life lessons
Wife stressing, praying to God that no shots wet him (Brr)
Cold locker by the lake, big chopper by the face
Watch the sunset slowly, no more watching out for Jakes (Nope)
I said I watch the sun, no more watching out for Jakes (Uh)
[Verse 2: Roc Marciano]
Runaway slaves with black feet
Patek Phillipes, the sneaks is a rack a piece
Sheesh, the Jag seats smell like hashish
Only people that had ease is rappers and athletes
Drug traffickers, fashion and lux, my fabrics you can't touch
My jackets had the sluts in a camel clutch, uh (What?)
Pearl handle on the handgun (Handgun)
You hold the hammer like an amateur (Woo)
Before Grandma's cuts, sampling chunk
We ain't tamper with nothing so you could dance on the stuff (Dance, I said)
Shitting on a naysayer (Naysayer)
Player hater playing tastemaker with basic flavor (Pff)
Frontin' like you got sophisticated tastebuds
You know it ain't safe for son if I taste blood (Uh)
My youngin' play with dust, smokin' laced bud
Cocaine, take a bump and then spray you up

[Verse 3: Conway the Machine & Roc Marciano]
The Balenciaga rocker, Dior wearer (Ayy, sit down, the fuck?)
2022 two-door Porsche steerer (Vroom)
Yeah, the illest of all eras
The n***a they all scared of, I sent 'em with pallbearers (Hah)
It's all a matter of time, the stars had to align (Huh?)
Dawg walking that time and all that's on his mind
Is getting back on the streets and resorting back to crime
I could get you clipped, get my young boy a dime (Boom, boom, boom)
Every year in this shit is better than my last one (Uh-huh)
N***as still tryna' catch up to my last one (Hahaha)
I lapped them n***as twice, I passed 'em
I snap my fingers, another bag come
You still on your dick doing bad, huh? (Hah)
The mop come with attachments (Doo, doo, doo)
N***as shot up my truck and I ain't been relaxed since (I ain't relaxing, n***a)
N***as been getting whacked since (What's good, homie?)
And we still ridin' 'round with the MAC behind the black tints (Talk to 'em, n***a)
[Verse 4: Trae the Truth]
Coming up out the gutter, all black, lil' bitch, I'm a knight
Certified when I'm stepping, kicks black, lil' bitch, they was Nikes
You don't want no problems how I play with these guns
I drop a fifty on your top, I'm tryna play with these funds
I put your ass off in a box, it ain't no shock, I get you locked in
No room for conversation, get you popped and we gon' box then
And I ain't talking gym the way I get to pressing n***as
You need a blessing, listen, listen how I get to stressing n***as
This blick gon' get to stretching n***as, this a message, n***a
Run 'em down, I get to catching n***as, ain't no question, n***a
In the field, I'm tryna play the turf, show me what you're worth
Know this shit I'm gripping on is rubber, I ain't talking Nerf
This n***a saying he a problem, bitch, I'm something worse
When I slide, I'm tryna catch a body, bitch, I'm playing hearse
When I finish, they gon' meet the Lord, I ain't talking Flee
That's on me, try me, I'ma get it poppin' like the bee

[Outro: Trae Tha Truth]
Blick gon' get to stretching n***as, this a message, n***a
Run 'em down, I get to catching n***as, ain't no question, n***a
Blick-blick gon' get to stretching n***as, this a message, n***a
Run 'em down, I get to catching n***as, ain't no question, n***a
Blick-blick gon' get to stretching n***as, this a message, n***a
Run 'em down, I get to catching n***as, ain't no question, n***a