Conway the Machine
Conway The Machine | Funk Flex | #Freestyle201
[Intro]
Yeah, gettin' My New York City back, man
One time from New York City
Drumwork shit, Griselda shit

[Verse]
Pullin' up somethin' frosty on the arm-arm
N***as plottin', but it don't cause me no alarm
My dog with me is armed, no thoughts of bein' harmed
Of course, I'm still a Don, look I tore cities across, season beyond
I dare you to play with me like I won't air you I swear you
Better play with somethin' safe and be careful
Thought I made it clear to you, I ain't who you compare to
N***as stayin' away from my release days, they fearful, look
Give 'em discomfort like a ligament tеar do
And I looked in his eyes, it was visibly tеarful
On mics, I turned into Iron Mike, get ya ear chewed
I'll knock one of them old rap n***as, veneers loose
I took the league and I did by year two
Like Mahomes draft day, I wore a fitted from Bad Goose
I have a ticket for the whip that I stay to
I'm back in that mood to end a career too, hold up
I'm back in that booth and I feel amazin'
A couple million is saved but still I'm savin'
You know I'm feelin' dangerous
Malice in My heart, I'm full of heinous, I grip the stainless
I hit 'em then they shoulda cave in
Rearrange it, feel the culture shiftin' and changin', since I came in
Whip the oodles and noodles, chicken ramen
Wash out the pot, then use it again to whip the caine in, uh
Big ass mack homie, the clip is hangin', shoot up your block
'Cause I don't respond to diss songs, them n***as nameless
I got shooters on the payroll, fucker
Draco busters, I grew up with the yayo hustlers, Griselda shit, bitch
N***as know we ain't no suckers
Let's play what you want, n***as ain't gon' touch us
We gunnin' shit down, there ain't no others
We givin' hospital trips, leg broke, crutches
N***as hate they broke , fuck 'em
Went to my jeweler and spent two-fifty
I did it 'cause n***as thought they was richer than me
N***as never did nothin' that really benefit me
Somehow I still got more money than 'em significantly
Bitch in the rain when I whip the Bentley
Might let you hold the umbrella for me like Mister Bentley
You know that block gettin' broke in half
And then I give 'em both a bath with no soap and rag
N***as sendin' shit for me to post and tag
But I'm chargin' a fee, you gotta pay your promotion back
My homie said he bleedin' like a open scab
Blisters on his fingers, had to chop up and open bags
He sneak dissin' on his post, that n***a broke and mad
I ain't really trippin' but the brosky wanna smoke him bad
Had his pistol in his jeans loaded
Lil' n***a stole his bundle, he thought a fiend stole it
I got an esteem and I am steamrollin'
It's the Machine, bitch, I'm reloaded
All the shit I say, the G's quote it
Loewe shades cost more than your jeans, don't it?
Remix the work, had the dirty and the clean loaded
That light on in the yard, you know that we opened, yeah
Already killed your brother and your cousin, bro
We knockin' branches off of your family trees
In the Rolls truck down in Miami with Skeese
Did my Drink Champs interview with the swag on my jeans
Got off that hospital bed and I planned to be king
A dome shot couldn't stop me, y'all n***as can't do a thing
Get made example if n***as put they hand on Machine
Had n***as at your visual with Teddy Bears, candles and things
You sold your soul to be famous
Without social media bozo, you'd be nameless
The emerald cut DRUMWORK logo piece danglin'
Met her at Paris North, she spoke three languages
Yellow white Rolls, we don't do stainless
Before that Shady album, I was still gettin' sink checks and I ain't even blink yet
Touched that two M's, I was just gettin' my feet wet
You know I'm the REJECT even when I ain't playin'
I still get the Kyrie check , they hope I will regress, see Flex?
It's like I hit five in a row, this just a heat check
Lose your life in this game, you can't press reset
Bringin' all this money in, I got it on preset
Airin' at these n***as, it's my natural reflex
Machine, n***a