[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Spray the mac with my off-hand
Drivebys with my song playin'
I came up in the trenches sellin’ raw grams
Rapped on work I still know how to eat off land
Went from baggin' 12-12s now I off yams
Shot up a n***a's corner in my mom’s van
Used to stash the hammer in my door panel
And lately I been runnin' rap for a long span
Trillmatic shit, spill cabbages
I do a drill, ratchet spit, peeled back and shit
My shooter still active, still whackin' shit
Say "Machine you the illest" that's real accurate
Stackin' chips for real, had to [?]
Been winnin', 11 rings, Phil Jackson shit
Ayo, tell Mephux to pull a beat up for me to beat up
Pussy n***a can't keep up

[Verse 2: Vic Spencer]
Uh, Machine and Vic in the cleanest whip
You say you rap good but n***a that ain't meanin’ shit
Me by myself got a whole team to flip
Everything happens for real, never be dreamin’ it
Got shooters that'll steam your shit
I’m just chillin, blowin' forests in the greenest kicks
Name an album better than [?]
Before you was around real n***as nobody ever said you a star
I be cool now, never in a fiery rage
You was a hypeman, now you get tired on stage
Tried to pursue this rap shit, now you fried [?]
Lie to the jakes, you outside cryin' bout a lake
Ol' goof ass n***a never be in the city, wolfin’ only online
N***as wanna keep the beef cookin'
Where the kitchen is open n***a I mean that
After we steal a pot of gold we smack off your green hat