[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Machine
Rare form, n***a
All 2018, n***a, I'm in rare form, straight up
Lucky Seven
Conway Machine
Bitch

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Look
When n***as talk, I don't get mad at all
I rat-a-tat-tat with this MAC and them n***as scatter off (Brrt)
Plus, they ain't fuckin' with nothin' in my catalogue (Not at all)
If we ain't talkin' 'bout a bag, we can't chat at all, n***a (Fuck we talking for, n***a?)
I hit the gas and cough
Lemoncello, told big Berner "Send me a package off" (I need that)
I don't battle, but I can out-rap half your squad
Get around rappers, I smell a body, cadaver dog (Pssh)
Crack a cigar, and relax in a bath in a loft
With my bad Latin broad, ass fat and soft (Hahaha)
Crackin' your jaw with a smack if you act like you hard
That's a fact, this shit I'm rockin' ain't at the mall (Talk to 'em)
Nah, I just get my cash and I stack it tall (Huh?)
Dawg, I ain't do the back and forth
I'm out in Calabasas with some bitches ridin' back to back in Porsche ('Kay)
And, of course, smokin' this pack that taste like applesauce (Haa)
Uh, I could look at you and tеll that you soft (You pussy)
You actin' like I won't drop off a bag and have you off'd (Get you outta hеre)
Look, this shit is natural, I feel I'm past you all
They should build me a statue for the way I craft them bars (Hahaha)
Go and ask 'em, when they see they me they sayin' "That's the God" (That's that n***a)
So come at me? You runnin' at wall (Uh-huh)
I'm cut from an extravagant cloth ('Kay)
So, understand you comin' at a boss
Machine, bitch
[Chorus: Conway the Machine]
Everyday I pray to God, like
"God, please keep these fuck n***as from 'round me" (I come to you, Father, haha, yeah)
Everyday I pray to God, like
"God, please keep these bum bitches from 'round me" (Fuck outta here, bitch, hahaha)
Everyday I pray to God, like
"God, please keep this big money around me" (Ooh, I'm eatin' and I feel blessed, haha)
I know God got me but I still keep this big ass AK around me (Brrt)
Yeah

[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
Gettin' high as a kite with my slime
I'm Mike in his prime, that's Jordan and Tyson combined
My life is a grind, locked up twice and confined
Whippin' beef summer sausage with the rices inside (Huh?)
Came home, took shit over, see the ices I buy
You see me with that new Ferrari with no license to drive (Voom)
All type of designer shit, hittin' your wife on the side (Ha)
That pussy good, I'ma keep fuckin' shorty like she was mine (Hahaha)
You said you nicer than I, but my bars hurt like a knife in a thigh
And cut away a slice of your pride
When I'm on a mic with the lines, I'm like Mike from the line
This shit is effortless and I ain't even write it this time (Woo)
Look, I gave n***as verses, gave you n***as a buzz (Uh-huh)
I'm the reason them blogs came and showed you n***as love
I raised the bar to a level you'll never get above
I'm the Machine, this is what I does
[Chorus: Conway the Machine]
Everyday I pray to God, like
"God, please keep these fuck n***as from 'round me" (Please, Lord, keep these n***** from around me, man, I can't trust 'em, haha)
Everyday I pray to God, like
"God, please keep these bum bitches from 'round me" (Ayo, get from 'round me, bitch, I'm good)
Everyday I pray to God, like
"God, please keep this big money around me" (I'm too rich- I'm too rich for these hoes right now, man, I feel blessed)
I know God got me but I still keep this big ass AK around me (Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah)
Yeah

[Outro: Conway the Machine]
Ayo, I feel so blessed right now, man, haha
Nah, real shit
Like, I- I feel blessed
You know I walk with my head high
With my chest out knowin' that God got me, you know?
I mean, look at the circumstances I overcame, n****, haha
That shit don't happen everyday, yeah
N***as gonna stop and tryna slight me
N***as gon' pay me the homage I deserve
I got it off the curb, yeah
I emerged, n***a
I'm here now
Conway Machine, bitch
Griselda, n***a (Brrt)
Gone