Conway the Machine
Scared II Death
[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Sigh
Let's get back into it n***a
Uh, y'all ready?
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Machine, the one and only, Plain Jane Patek, I ain't wear the Rollie
N***a my tux is custom Brioni
You know me, see my success killing these n***as slowly
Go fuck around, turn me back to the old me
It's lonely at the top n***a, I'm the top n***a
Headliner: I'm the top biller, stop playing with my top n***a
You know how we rock n***a, we got mops n***a
We sit ringside at fights but we don't box n***a
This is classic material, shout my n***a Carlos
I'm in the lab making fire like lighter fluid and charcoal
Ice on my neck, even in the dark that shit really sparkle
Diddy pool party, еyeing Winnie Harlow
They starting to noticе how hard the bars go
They saying shit like "Aye C, you are a legend" but not the car though
These bum ass rap n***as can't even pay they car note
But rap 'bout moving so much cargo, you would think they was rich as Pablo
The training getting intense
Waiting for my release date, I've been killing em with suspense
I ain't opening for n***as no more, I'm the main event
'Cause the way a n***a been flowing lately ain't making sense
Spray the blick, use my T-shirt to wipe away the prints
Then throw that motherfucker over that old lady fence
Got that bitch, fuck her good, ate her pussy and pay the rent
And that bitch been texting me "What's up stranger?" ever since
Still ain't replied to the messages there
I just left her on read to mess with her head
I don't give a fuck what the next n***a said
When I could have em clipped while I'm resting in bed
And he definitely dead, I got a check so the bread is there
For when a n***a from your hood come collect what I left on your head
N***a, you know we coming right?
Hehe, yeah
[Chorus: Prodigy]
All y'all brand new n***as just scared to death
All y'all brand new n***as just scared to death
All y'all brand new n***as just scared to death
I took the life of anybody tryna change what's left
[Verse 2: Method Man]
Uh, yeah
This the quiet before the storm and let this be a warning
If you don't make it through the evening, there will be no morning
They sleeping on him, heard 'em snoring but the pen maturing
Before I die, I'ma find a word that can rhyme with orange
I been scoring back when your favorites was bench warming
Since Jordan, I'm the total package, I'm important
Weed coughing, we need coffins, emcees talking
They be tossing stones but I'm stoned colder than Steve Austin
A straight stunter, let's get it straightened, I'm straight number
Straight Gutta, flow is tsunami, put on your wave runners
Game flooded with lame buzzers that can't cut it like they knifes buttered
Don't play with life on a tight budget
Now easy does it or get the Man and Machine
Not a cyborg but trust ain't another man in my league
Since Lemon Squeeze, I got honey tugging my tee
I remind her of a Tesla, she want a plug in her B
[Chorus: Prodigy]
All y'all brand new n***as just scared to death
All y'all brand new n***as just scared to death
All y'all brand new n***as just scared to death
I took the life of anybody tryna change what's left