[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Yeah (Brrt, brrt)
Uh (Brrt)
Look

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
I emerged from the gutter
N***as tryna ride my wave, we can't surf with each other (Haha)
I ain't threatened by a n***a or the words that he utter
This Drac' will make a n***a heart murmur and flutter (Brrt)
Look, tell Richard I'm for real richer (Huh?)
When you gon' get the real picture? I'm a ill n***a (I'm that n***a)
Got the bread, I could have a n***a deal with ya ('Kay)
Trust me, he will get ya, uh (Real quick and clean, n***a)
N***a tried runnin' down, but he ran into a brick wall (Uh-huh)
In other words, he got picked off (Boom, boom)
Just think of a n***a that's 6'4" (What you tryna say?)
I mean, I stack my money this tall (Okay)
Still performin' at a high level, Chris Paul (Woo)
Wheelin' this foreign, Glock on me, I'm the big dog (Vroom)
Jumpin' out the McLaren, lift doors
Lanvin kicks, Machine, bitch, gone (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

[Chorus: Jae Skeese]
Ah, uh
They ask, "How you feel achievin' the impossible?" (How you feel?)
But when your back against the wall, it wasn't even optional, it wasn't probable (It wasn't optional)
We be responsible for audio you vibin' to (Huh?)
This ILL Tone shit is highly volatile (You know that)
They ask, "How you feel achievin' the impossible?" (How you feel?)
But when your back against the wall, it wasn't even optional, it wasn't probable (It wasn't optional)
We be responsible for audio you vibin' to (Huh?)
This ILL Tone shit is highly volatile (You know that)
[Verse 2: Rome Streetz]
Ayo, this lifestyle addictive (Uh-huh)
Gettin' digits, hoppin' in and out of cuddy's Civic was the normal shit
Made a move to transform the formula (Uh-huh)
You n***as all food, smoke is all I got to offer ya (Bah, bah)
No palm readers or cards involved, but my fortune up
Get crucified crossin' us, of course we chalk you up
Took a crash course in gettin' off all sorts of stuff
Was poor on 204, now I'm paid from tours and such
This line of work, you can't afford to trust (Nah)
I used to be shackled up, goin' to court on a bus
Now I bend corners in a foreign, fuck the officers (Fuck y'all n***as)
When I'm in the booth, call the coroner
I'm raw like cartel coke, you crabs get corny and cornier (You n***as washed)
Streetz settin' shit on fire, I'm still warmin' up
Slidin' off with a ghetto Mýa that I call to fuck
I been married to the game, I never wore a tux
Had a hoodie and a mask, half grams for forty bucks
At the service, keep a firearm, 'cause it serve a purpose (Bah, bah)
Anything I'm on I fuckin' murder, n***a
Fuck outta here

[Chorus: Jae Skeese]
Ah
They ask, "How you feel achievin' the impossible?" (How you feel?)
But when your back against the wall, it wasn't even optional, it wasn't probable (It wasn't optional)
We be responsible for audio you vibin' to (Huh?)
This ILL Tone shit is highly volatile (You know that)
They ask, "How you feel achievin' the impossible?" (How you feel?)
But when your back against the wall, it wasn't even optional, it wasn't probable (It wasn't optional)
We be responsible for audio you vibin' to (Huh?)
This ILL Tone shit is highly volatile (You know that)