[Part One]
[Intro: Westside Gunn & Conway the Machine]
Brrrt, boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Hahaha
Griselda
Grr, Griselda, man, GxFR
Griselda
[Part Two]
[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Live from motherfuckin’ East Side Buffalo, New York, n***a
Hahahaha, fuckin’ Machine, bitch
Yeah
[Verse]
What’s poppin’, my n***a—it’s Conway
I promise it’s ‘bout to get realer for n***as
Y’all probably not even killers, but
Rap about it in all of your lyrics, this shit is weak
They tellin’ me I’m the illest, I ain’t even hit my peak (Ha)
The hood know I’m official, a pistol in my reach
The grimiest of all time is me, officially (That’s a fact, homie)
I done got in this bitch and made history
And proved beyond a reasonable doubt, nobody sick as me
They probably sick of me, I’ve been killing’ shit consistently
I don’t give ‘em a chance to drop nothing, I’m hot, fuck it (Hahaha)
It’s my time right now, you gotta watch, fucker (Ha)
Just sit back and hate on me, and run your cocksucker (Pussy)
‘Cause that’s all you can do
‘Cause nobody can’t fuck with the bars that I spew (Not at all)
MAC-11, let it rain, homie (Brr)
It’s the motherfuckin’ Machine, homie
[Part Three]
[Intro]
Uh huh, yeah, look
[Verse]
Crack a cigar, put a safe in it (Smokin’)
Ransack your momma house, it’s just a safe in it
G-ride in the hood, listen to Blakk Tape in it (Uh huh)
Fifth on me, clap a n***a in his face with it
Uh, closet full of BAPE shit
Supreme fiend, Just Don with the snake brim (Uh)
Fifteen hundred for my jeans
AR-15 is gunnin’ at your spleen (Brr)
Yo, what the fuck you n***as mean?
How you think that you could fuck with the Machine?
HK with the green beam and the silencer (Ah)
Two to the helmet, close range, that’ll silence him (Doot doot doot)
I might have to straight slap the shit out of a
Rap n***a to show n***as ain’t nobody wild as us (Ah)
They sayin’ we the hardest since ’96 (Uh huh)
Get out of pocket, you gon’ die quick (Yeah, Machine)
[Part Four]
[Intro]
Shit, the fuck is that shit we smokin’?
Blueberry, hit that, that shit gas
Shit, ah, damn, uh
Alright, lemme get back, look
This guy is a machine
[Verse]
I leave you dead where you stand
And walk through your hood with your head in my hands (Hahahaha)
Uh, fair colored tan (Uh)
Free my n***as doin’ 20 in the feds for the yams (Free the homies)
Yeah, put the potato on the barrel (Okay)
Told you stay in your lane or I’ma air you
I know you got family but I ain’t tryna hear you
One shot, bullet went clear through
Uh, n***as violatin’ then gotta go (Uh huh)
Papi throw my bricks, I tell ‘em adios
Give it the hood and then I gotta ghost
Two n***as owe me money, fuck it, shot ‘em both (Ha)
Every n***a with me, bet they got a body
So if you think it’s a game, go ‘head, n***a, try me (Go ‘head, n***a)
Put you on the news, n***a
They found out body with your fuckin’ head removed, n***a
[Part Five]
[Skit: Unknown]
Alright everyone
Here we go with your final Survival Series report
It is right around the corner
This Wednesday night, Thanksgiving Eve
Exclusively on pay-per-view television, folks
I’m talkin’ about the Survivor Series
This is the ultimate in team competition, and so much so
I strongly suggest you pick up the blower right now
Get on the phone and contact your local cable company
Avoid busy operators at the eleventh hour
Now then
[Skit: Westside Gunn & Interviewer]
You never gon’ move how I move
You never gon’ think how I think
You know what I’m sayin’?
I could make some Nike shit look like Versace
You know what I’m sayin’?
‘Cause that’s just me, you know what I’m sayin’?
I like it, it’s like-
It’s whatever
Fly, hood, gangster, slick talk shit
[Part Six]
[Intro: Westside Gunn]
Brrrt, boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
[Verse: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, cocaine pots lookin’ like Basquiats
On a triple deck yacht coppin’ blocks
Had the orange stripes on the 350s, get with me
Hangin’ out the A, shot the n***a like he Ricky (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom)
.45 in the classic Guess with the triangle
Coke spot wrapped around the corner like Rayful’s
Took the 7 out, had the baking soda take over
Helmut jaws laid in the pot, let the stove up
Dope money make the world go ‘round
King of my city from down the way to uptown
Ds find your body with a bullet in your throat
In all black, Medusa head on the Loss, y’all n***as broke
Fuck around, a three pound might hit ya (Boom)
My man came home violated in December
See you two years from now
Picture commissary, I’ma hold you down
Heard my n***a Ike about to touch ya
We used to run the yard, you’re times up
7:30 on the Joe Paul
[Outro]
Griselda, Griselda, Griselda, Griselda
Griselda, Griselda, Griselda, Griselda
Griselda, Griselda, Griselda, Griselda
Griselda, Griselda, Griselda, Griselda
Griselda, Griselda, Griselda, Griselda
Griselda, Griselda, Griselda, Griselda
Griselda, Griselda, Griselda, Griselda
Griselda-Gris-Gris-Gris-Griselda
[Part Seven]
[Intro: Conway]
Uh, Conway, look
[Verse: Conway]
Uh, talk to me crazy, see the fifth rise
From my hip then everything in the clip fly (Boom)
Uh, see the Maserati zip by (Vroom)
You n***as still bums even when you get fly (Ah)
I’m that n***a, let the streets know
Huh, this rap shit a free throw (Easy, n***a)
Woah, stay pissin’ out the Cliquot (Uh huh)
Ten bands for your body, but that’s cheap though (Lazy)
That bullshit chain, you can keep those (Hahaha)
A hundred shots ringin’, fuck police though (Brr)
Face twisted but the flow still a beast though (Uh huh)
Fuck them n***as hatin’, I’ma still eat though (Yeah)
Huh, homie facin’ for the 9
He a builder, came home like Alex Smith for the cheap though
Uh, they let me in the game, now you stuck with me (Huh)
Machine, bitch, nobody can fuck with me (Woah)
[Outro]
Nobody can fuck with me
[Part Eight]
[Skit: Combat Jack & Roc Marciano]
Conway, this, this, this
Conway crazy
Conway is crazy
Conway is crazy
Like, Conway, Conway, man
Yeah
Like, is this n***a
Berserk, berserk, berserk, berserk
Can he take it to the next level?
Berserk, berserk, straight up
Berserk, you can’t even fuck with him
He’s crazy
[Intro: Conway]
Look, look, look up, uh
This guy is a machine
[Verse]
Gold Rollie with the yellow stones
Shooter sprayin’ up your house while your mother home
Catch a body, throw it out and buy another chrome (Uh huh)
Drive-bys broad day, that’s what the fuck I’m on (Brr)
Silencer on the MAC I use (Doot, doot)
BET Awards, I took a rapper jewels (Ah)
N***as behind the wall took a rapper shoes (Run that shit, n***a)
Pussy, that’s my phone, you gotta ask to use (Uh huh)
Resi on the fork still (What)
Two time felon ridin’ with the torch still (Woo)
Fuck police, I ain’t trippin’, fuck n***a think I’m slippin’
Bet I’m leavin’ him a corpse still (Boom boom)
Shorty rollin’ on a fourth pill (She rollin’)
Fuck rap, I just turned down my fourth deal (Hahahaha)
I’m gettin’ money out the streets, n***a (Ha)
I’ma make sure all my n***as eat, n***a (No cap)
[Part Nine]
[Outro: Westside Gunn & Conway]
Salute, until the next shit we drop, you heard?
Griselda, baby, takin’ over
Griselda, n***a, Conway the Machine, n***a, gone
Boom boom boom boom boom boom, brr
