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

[Verse 1]
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 (Brrrt)
Plus they ain't fucking with nothing in my catalogue (Not at all)
If we ain't talking bout a bag, we can't chat at all (Fuck you talking for n***a?)
N***a, I hit the gas and cough
Limoncello, told big burner "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, could dab a dosh
Crack a cigar, relax in a bath in a loft
With my bad latin broad, ass fat and soft (Hahaha)
Cracking your jaw with a smack if you act like you hard
That's a fact, this shit I'm rocking ain't at the mall (Talk to 'em)
Nah, I just get my cash and I stack it tall (Huh)
Dog I ain't do the back and forth
I'm out in Calabasas with some bitches riding back to back in Porsche (Cap)
And of course smoking this pack that taste like applesauce (Ahhh)
Or I could look at you and tell that you soft (You pussy)
You acting 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 passed you all
They should build mе a statue for the way I craft them bars (Hahaha)
Go and ask them, when they see they me they saying "That's the God" (That's that n***a)
So come at me? You running at wall (Uh-huh)
I'm cut from an extravagant cloth (Cap)
So understand you coming at a boss
Machine, bitch
[Chorus]
Everyday I pray to God like
"God please keep these fuck n***as from round me"
Everyday I pray to God like
"God please keep these bum bitches from round me"
Everyday I pray to God like
"God please keep this big money around me"
I know that God got me
But I still keep this AK around me
Yeah

[Verse 2]
Getting 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
Whipping beef summer sausage with the rices inside (Huh)
Came home, took shit over, see the ices I buy
See me with that new Ferrari with no license to drive (Vroom)
While type of design, the shit hitting your wife on the side (Hah)
That pussy good, imma keep fucking shorty like she was mine (Hahahaha)
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 (Whoo)
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]
Everyday I pray to God like
"God please keep these fuck n***as from round me"
Everyday I pray to God like
"God please keep these bum bitches from round me"
Everyday I pray to God like
"God please keep this big money around me"
I know that God got me
But I still keep this AK around me
Yeah

[Outro]
Ayo I feel so blessed right now man
Hehehe
Nah real shit
I-I-I-I-I feel blessed
Y'know I walk with my head high
With my chest out knowing that God got me, yknow?
I mean, look at the circumstances I overcame, man
That shit don't happen everyday
N***as gonna stop and tryna slight me
N***as gonna pay me the homage I deserve
I got it off the curb
Uh
I emerged n***a
I'm here now
Conway Machine bitch
Griselda n***a
Brrrrrrt
I'm gone