[Intro: Conway The Machine]
Yeah

[Verse 1: Conway The Machine]
Spray the Mac with my off hand (brrrrrr)
Drive-bys with my song playin'
I came up in the trenches sellin' raw 'grams (ahn ahn)
Wrapped on work, I still know how to eat off land (facts)
Went from baggin' 12 12 now I'm off yams
Shut up the niqqa's corner in my mom's van (boom boom)
Used to stash the hammer in my dawg pen
Only lately I've been runnin' rap for a long span (I run this shit niqqa)
Trillmatic shit, spill cabbages (ahn ahn)
I do a drill, ratchet spit, peel back his shit (boom)
My shooter still active, still whackin' shit
They say Machine you the illest, that's real accurate (that's a fact niqqa)
Stackin' chips for real had the bricks
Been winnin', 11 rings, Phill Jackson shit
Ayyo tell me fucks to pull a beat up for me to beat up
These pussy niqqas can't keep up
Machine what (what what)

[Verse 2: Vic Spencer]
Machine and Vic in the cleanest whip (skrrt)
You say you rap good but niqqa that ain't meanin' shii
Me by myself got a whole team to flip
Everythin' happens for real never be dreamin' it
Got shooters that will steam your shit
I'm just chillin', blowin' fours in the greenest kicks
Name an album better than ours before you was around, real niqqas nobody ever said you was a star (naah)
I be cool now never in a fiery rage
You was a hype man now you get tired on stage
Tried to pursue this rap shit now you [?]
Lied to the Jake, you outside cryin' 'bout a lake (Ha)
'Ol goof ass niqqa never been in the city
Woofin' only online niqqas wanna keep the beef cookin' (fuck outta here)
Where the kitchen is open niqqa I mean that
After we steal the pot of gold we smack off your green hat