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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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Daringer, Machine
Uh, you know what the f*ck is good

Ayo, I never leave the crib
Without the blower on waist
'Cause over on the East side
It's full of cobras and snakes
Vultures and fake niggas that can't wait
To pistol whip you break a bone in your face
If you won't open your safe
Tony Montana shit
Stick you're nose in the whole cake
Think about Machine Gun
And I might pour the whole Ace
Plug sent it from a whole 'nother state (ah)
He throw it from San Diego
And i'ma catch it like Antonio Gates, ahh
I ain't finished that was only a eight
Spikes on the glove (blood?) bottoms
They were Pony and Snake, yeah
The label told me to wait
But f*ck that I'm droppin' now
You can't hold me I'm great (haaa)
Plus it'll only equate to dollar signs
I told you homie i'm straight
Three classics in a year
Nobody told me to make
Remember niggas wouldn't throw me a plate?
So used to chopper fire
I could feel at home in Kuwait

They ain't fucking with this raw shit
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They can't f*ck with this raw shit
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You should f*ck with this raw shit

Get out of pocket, I'ma blaze you up
Homicide pull on your block
Yellow tape it up (no cap)
You ain't built from behind the wall?
You better safe it up
Niggas up North on the yard
Getting their faces cut so tie your laces up
You make a cake, I need to take a cut
One thing about me, I never gave a f*ck
If I run out of patience I'ma spray shit up
We taking what we want and nobody
'bout to say shit to us
Shooters on the payroll
Riding 'round with they pole
The DRACO be spitting like J cole
Yayo, powder on they nose
They eyes won't stay close
The chopper bullets make holes
End your body and take souls
That's why I gotta be the
Illest with this shit case closed, nigga

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They can't f*ck with this raw shit
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You should f*ck with this raw shit

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