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Conway the Machine

Demond Price (born February 16, 1982), known professionally as Conway the Machine (or simply Conway), is an American rapper. Conway was born in Buffalo, New York, and is the older brother of Westside Gunn and cousin of frequent collaborator Benny The Butcher. more »

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Yeah, these niggas in trouble, man
Look

Bust my gun then I sold base
Right on Bergard off of Doat place
F*ck around, get shot in your face
They won't find your body, that's a cold case (brrr)
Drinkin' Spade, I bought a cold case
Money comin' fast, not a slow pace (we gettin' money, nigga)
Before I cash out the bricks, nigga
I'ma sniff and see how that coke taste
My main bitch get the Bentayga
My side bitch whip the Masi' truck
A nigga gettin' shot literally
If he's on his record takin' shots at us (boom, boom, boom)
You can play them little games with them other rap niggas
But not with us (don't play with us, nigga)
Thirty clips in the Glocks with us
That's the smallest blicky that we got with us (ah)
Shootin' big shit with extendo clips
Gun long as legs on Bol Bol (brrr)
Young shooter with a old soul
Put it to your head, then he blow holes (boom, boom, boom, boom)
Only time bro-bro don't got us posed
When he in parole, woah (hahaha)
Cookin' bricks at Vanessa house
Let her keep the extras out, the whole boat (here, take this shit)
Dior kicks was eleven hund'
I've seen more bricks than you've ever slung
Over bullshit, bet my weapon rung
If the war kick, we don't never run
Feel like I've been on a forever run
Me fallin' off, that day will never come (ha)
All my tapes classic, nigga, every one (every one of them shits)
But still feel like my work is never done (I'm still workin')
Certified may block killers
We got bodies on every gun (you know the vibes, nigga)
Nigga shot five niggas last week (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Asked the homie why and he said it's fun (brr)
I hustle hard for my bread to come
And I'm greedy, nigga, I want every crumb (I want it all)
Don't make me have to kill a rap nigga
Have his funeral done by Reverend Run (hahaha)
Bitch, it's the drum

Yeah, you know what's up, pussies
Machine, bitch
Your bitch wanna f*ck me, nigga
I'm richer than you niggas
I'm fresher than you niggas
I mean, what else?

Every child looks like their father when they're born
Doesn't matter boy or girl 
Doesn't matter who they look like three days later
When they come out of the womb they are a perfect reflection of the man who made them
You wanna know why? It's nature's way of proving that you're the father
So that you don't think the baby belongs to someone else and kill it
There's no such thing as a good man
All men are bad 
But some of us try real hard to be good

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