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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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Switch whips like chicks hate gettin
Spotted by a fraud
Switch my broads like drawers
So my feelings not involved
Look- I need 'em fresh
Let me iron out my problems
And uh- don't need the stress
Why don't you whine about it tomorrow
Dope money, coke money
Roll a gun smoke money
Break bullets down like bud if
We get it in blood
I'm with whatever, feed the children
Really not with the killin
More about all this this audio drug dealin
Look we thug niggas, love women, love winnin'
Don't wanna hear about when was winnin'
Duhhhhh nigga
I got the keys call me DJ Khaled
And uh- I got the greens, call me MC salad
I gotta lotta lettuce, lotta cheddar cheese
Lotta cabbage
Pourin' diamond dressin over yellow, white
Rose gold karats
Forgive me lord I'm talkin' like a savage
We Barcotic rhyme slangin, name rangin'
Livin' lash

A brink stash, minks drag
Payin bills and drink tabs
Calculate your moves slow
But you gotta think fast (think fast nigga
Matter fact think cash nigga)
Boost and brag, post the swag
IG I post & tag
Pound key Life is Good, round me
Broke is Bad (true facts nigga
That's why I think cash nigga)

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Look, all my shooters lurk well
(they lurkin' nigga)
Mac rangin' like church bells (brrrrrttt)
Cocaine ressy on my work scale
Keep a strap, f*ck who you shot
You could get murked still
(can take an L too nigga)
Pussy Get your brains blew in the wind
Ayo these niggas can't f*ck with me
When I'm movin' the pen
Move a hundred bags of sour then do it again
(hustlin')
I'm '96 Jordan, I'ma shoot for the win (haaa)
Pack the big gat with the long pipe
The jacket is Off White™
Before rap I actually offed white
(talk to 'em)
Yeah- that's facts, I had a hard life
I could remember coming home
To cut off lights
(uh huh) I even starved nights
Got a pack from homie then I ran it up
Sellin' fifties in the trap house
With the hammer tucked
Ain't leavin' til my plans is up
You trippin' if you thinkin' that
My nine don't spray
Who sayin' crime don't pay?
I tell them niggas crime Pays

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