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Lyricist: Conway the Machine
Lyrics:
[Verse] Ayo, I grew up where it's poverty struck, gotta be nuts Tryna slide on us, the choppers'll bust, body get struck Shotty tucked, bakin soda just so my product can fluff Breaking bricks down like karate was like a hobby to us Woah... I see you pussy niggas ain't learn So imma show you how a bullet from the K burn Homie fucked up his pack already, nah, say word He broke early in the season, Gordon Hayward Erry bar raw, its like eight birds And I didn't write a word This shit is showtime like when Magic played Bird You can't relate if you ain't never stood on a curb Scrape the sides after I stretch it and get all the extras Mac with the compressor sittin on the dresser I'm applying all the pressure, I am the aggressor Send my dog to stretch ya, lay you on a stretcher I dont fuck wit rappers, they can't get a verse from me Rocking Off White shit that Virgil sent me personally I could sent a shooter through and have you merked for me Niggas don't want problems, they wanna work for me Yay sit in the pan, Bape shit in Japan If I know the nigga snake I don't shake the nigga hand I be going ape shit when this K sit in my hand You'll need an operation when I spray shit, nigga scram I swear I'm in a hell of a zone Flood the paddock with yellow stones, you can tell that I'm on I ain't drop an album yet but I'm a legend, it's shown Coulda been worse, I could be callin from the jail on the phone Even when I'm by myself I got the strap so I ain't never alone Don't make me hit you in yo head wit this chrome Ain't a rapper on my level, it's known I smash the Ferrari pedal, I'm gone, Machine bitch, ahh!
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