[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Yeah, look

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine & Benny The Butcher]
Free my dawg, they got bro in Maquine
Caught 'em in '08 with a block of coke and a thing (Uh)
Some lame talkin' crazy, he popped, toastin' the sling
Then rolled through the hood with the hot po' in his beamer
And box logo Supreme, bitches on IG is the girl of your dreams
To me she a thot ho for the team (Haha)
They heard my flow, now them other n***as rappin' is not dope as they seem (Huh?)
Not only am I the G.O.A.T., I'm the king (I'm the king, n***a)
Shit I'm spittin' lately is no fear (Nah)
My n***a itchin' to let his pole in (Boom, boom, boom)
Water on my wrist, shit, I could've bought a whole square (Huh?)
Virgil just droppеd some new Louis, I bought both pairs (I bought all his shit)
Spanish bitches lеavin' panties on my floor
You get a brick, you know when you see my stampin' and it's pure (Ha)
Lamborghini doors, like my n***a KD (Let me talk my shit)
I'm comin' back to win again, I've been the champion before, n***a (Yeah, listen)

[Verse 2: Benny The Butcher & Flee Lord]
Ran a marathon on these blocks, so what the fuck you gon' tell me? (What the fuck you gon' tell me?)
They put a smile on they face to watch a hustler get wealthy
You gotta respect me, hoes don't know how to reject me (Haha)
I buy a flight and send a car, have her shoppin' in Jeffery's, uh
N***as 'round you start actin' strange soon as you ballin' (Soon as you start doin' that)
Sayin' I changed, I just tell 'em I'm evolving
On the block, I got tax-free money, they couldn't audit
Stack a day, eighteen month run, from here to August
We grew to be dons (Uh), they ain't have to tutor me long
They did they biz and came up, and I had jewellery on (Shine)
But, if it wasn't for me grindin', though, I truly would starve
I buy my bitches beauty salons and Louis Vuitton
Thank the hustle, there's so much dirt, got rakes and shovels
So, I load the clip in my hammer and wait for trouble (Let's go)
They watch what I made last year, I make it double (N***a)
Fuck it, whoever made enough money to shake the devil? (Nobody)
It's a lie if I tell you I traded alliance (Alliance)
Talkin' sports with the plug while he weigh what I'm buying (Uh)
I stood up in front of the DEA, I denied it (Nada)
I got two bad hoes on they way to the hike (N***a)
This for the dope spots we just left, we let rest
This the almighty GXF, we cash checks
You gettin' clipped as soon as I get the list from the bosses
I pay your bitch, then hit your wake and blow a kiss to the coffin (Lord, Lord)
The Black Sopranos, n***a
[Verse 3: Flee Lord]
Peekin' out the lobby glass watchin' the deeds (Watchin' the deeds)
While they sleepin', I'ma knock it fast and cop me some trees (Hold that down)
Gelato mixed with grape (Grape), big bottles to the face (Woo)
Fifty drum on the pump and six hollows in the eighth (Grrt)
We ain't day-ones, look, we brothers for life (Brothers for life)
Scars up under the ice, sparks'll jump from the pipe (Boom, boom)
I'm grateful and amazed what I done done with my life (Aha)
But keep a banger on the stage, because it comes with a price (Get that n***a)
My Up-North n***as is cut cloth different (N***as, okay)
He'll bust off blickers and crush Thor kitchens (Boom, boom, let's go)
My dog on the run in the mall with a gun
He'll take your brains out and put your head in the sun (Grrt)
Pockets full of racist, water mark across the faces (Aha)
You'll find us fuckin' shinin' in the darkest fuckin' places
This a gift and a curse, big cig and a purse (Boom, boom)
Hard to put your thoughts together when your wig in the dirt, ah (Fuck them, let's go Trill)
It's hard to put your thoughts together when your wig in the dirt (Mephux)

[Outro: Flee Lord]
This is Lord, uh
You know we drummin'
BSF, Griselda, we in the fuckin' building, man
Blow