[Intro: Conway the Machine]
The Machine, bitch
(DJ T)
(DJ T)

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
Got my ways from the block, not my dad, no shame on my pops
Tryna change the game and how I rock, My son be sayin' "Glock"
My mans still sellin', weed, but he ain't me, so I can't tell him "Stop"
Then again, I'm happy its just weed and he ain't sellin' blocks
Young, rich, and black, hoppin' out Maybach's
Build my catalogue up, get some artists, so I can lay back
Thought I was dumb, but I got too much sense under this A hat
Answer every call, I know its hard, I told him we gon' shake back (DJ T)
All the shit we done when we was young, I'm guessin' this is payback
Heard they give you deals for meals, somebody tell me where I pay at
Hеard you still be in the field, been hеre for years, this where I'm safe at
Me, God, and Ben Frank', the only ones know where my safe at
Fuck all that bein' calm, I bought a foreign, it's on the way back
Had a spot on every street, it ain't no condo we ain't play at
In your heart, know I'm the one, seem like your tongue won't let you say that
We gon' fire all our arms, this your warnin', n***a, stay back
Baguetti, spaghetti all on my arms, I used to starve
M in my garage, I really used to steal cars
Petty shit don't bother me, I know I was gon' go far
Only thing that bothers me is my sons without their fathers (Griselda)
[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
Look, I pray my n***a J Batters gon' win his appeal (Free my n***a)
Feds gave my n***a forty, seen the story on the news
Lost my fuckin' appetite, couldn't finish my meal
Been in the field since school, eleven, my n***a, for real (Uh-huh)
'Member them days when we was broke and we ain't have shit
Benny and City Boy had came to me to get that ratchet
Oldhead was tryna play him, they wasn't goin' for that shit
Wonder why I'm so callused with this trap shit, I had practice
'Cause my father said he comin', left me waitin' on the porch
Ironically, I grew up, start movin' weight from off a porch (Hahaha)
Learned a valuable lesson, shit was basically a cost
Taught me "Never wait for shit, n***a,' you take this shit with force (Ah)
Now I'm skatin' in a Porsche, check how my neck look
Johnny bust the Cuban down, I got that VVS look (See my shit, n***a)
In Houston, with an old F to my name like Russel Westbrook
Now I re-up with two-fifty, you should see how my connect look (Talk to 'em)
Bullet hit me in my head, it hit my neck
It hit my shoulder, they thought it was over (Huh)
Look how I glowed up, Machine talkin' business with Hova ('Kay)
Backstage at the Nobu, havin' [?] shoulder
Told my n***a "Keep sinnin'", I'ma kill it, it's over
Quality Control, Griselda shit, we slidin' with a pole
We pullin' up, we firin' the loads
Set for early retirement, I acquired all the dough
But I'ma keep settin' the streets on fire with the flow (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Machine, bitch
[Outro: Conway the Machine]
The Machine, bitch
(DJ T)