Machines (Explicit) - G Herbo/Conway the Machine
Lyrics by：Thelonious Martin/Herbert Wright/Demond Price/Gary Wilson
Composed by：Thelonious Martin/Herbert Wright/Demond Price/Gary Wilson
Look
Home at the Wims
Don't even comb my hair
The ******* smell the money
When I walk in
They noise is flared
Ha
Came from the bottom
****
I barely had clothes to wear
So give me my roses while I'm here
*****
It's only fair
Give me my flowers
You know how n***as rockin' over here
Lil' bro just caught his eighth body
Before he made it to his Kobe year
****
****
N***a
Made it to twenty-four
Yeah
That n***a caught eight bodies
Before he made it to his Kobe year
Brr
COVID here and everybody masked up
It took six n***as six hours
Just to bag up
Talk to 'em
Hold my glass up
Sippin' Cruige in a Maybach truck
A real boss gon' make sure all his peoples got they bag up
Get your bag
King
You talk the hardest n***as out
My name get definitely brought up
Ha
But it's deeper than rap
Take my racks and invest into stardom
Woo
When you rich and you black
You become a threat
When you smart enough
Talk
My n***a died while writin' this verse
Like my heart ain't dark enough
****
Made my heart hard enough
****
Drac' go put them n***as on spin cycle
We wash 'em up
Boom
Boom
Boom
Boom
Boom
Boom
Boom
My wrist cost a buck
Them bricks bought from us
The big dawg my pups
Got switch on the Glocks
They lift off and bust
Ha
They say imitation a form of flattery
Aha
Machine get on a beat
It's assaultin' battery
Hahaha
They're gettin' so much money
My old ******* is mad at me
Ha
For how I put my new ***** in gallery
Change the salary
Let's get it
Poppin' ecstasy
Addy
'Cause I wasn't tryna sleep
Where I come from
At average
Was all savagery
Now the mansions is lavish
I want a half a B
Circumstances was bad
And my ***** as bad as me
You know that
Bro died for an 8-Ball
He worth a half a key
D**n
His mama still live on the Ave'
I still ride past and see
What up
How she doin'
In my hood
I got influence
Murder one
I drunk a four
And took a xan
It made me crash the V
Phew
N***as talkin' 'bout I'm greedy
I was the last to eat
Black gloves and ski masks
That used to last a week
For real
A week straight
Heart was filled with grief and hate
No bap
**** I been through
Lawyer won a hundred K
That's a cheap case
Let's get it
Took a loss and missed a show
They want another date
My moms trippin' 'bout the rent
She like two months late
Two months late
I got right back in them trenches
What you mean
This'll never end
This cycle
My landlord was a fiend
N***a
N***a
Get out the way when I see red
'Cause you green
N***a
'Cause you green
N***a
Game seven
I was locked in with my team
N***a
Bet it up
Played my position
Crunch time
I was great at that
Spray that godd**n layback and Maybach
I got a rate at that
Herb a faker
A creative player
Never heard of that
Now I'm major
But I still'll lay down for that murder rap
Was exhausted
Missed a couple bosses
Ain't deserve to nap
All we know is fak'
Fak'
Fak'
Fak'
Fak and get that murder back
But I'm calm now
Hit my knees and start prayin' with my palms out
I shake
I'm a leader and they want me to be strong now
Reachin' for the skies
I can't put my arms down
Never
Glizzy in my left hand
Can't put my arm down
Not never
God with me
'Cause I'm alive
Devil on my side
Still outside
Daydreamin' while I drive
Got me in a trance
Since my brain got advanced
I can't trust my friends
D**n
I'd kill my mans
