[Intro]
Justice League

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine & Jae Skeese]
They wanna know what I got on the wrist cost me
Plottin' to get it off me, this ain't water, this shit coffee
Brownstones, bitch, this the Cosbys
A n***a still slidin' with sticks like Sid Crosby
I used to flip doggy, got on my hip
I lift off me if n***as get froggy
Told the record label, "You got forty-eight hours," like Nick Nolte
To restructure the deal, the numbers only insult me
They send satellites to space and it traced an intelligent life when it came across me
N***as gon' be pourin' out D'Ussé if n***as double cross me
The wrist frosty, the gift godly, y'all Kriss Kross to me
Y'all lil' n***as got it backwards
Bro do the steppin' and he not a Kappa
Push the black and yellow Maybach
N***as thinkin' I was cabber
It's not a rapper that I fear, you n***as not a factor
Yeah, I cross my T's, dotted my I's
Rap n***a still struggle to eat, I'm not surprised
Look, I got it out of the streets and I survived
Third degree, that's from all of the heat that I provide (Woah)

[Verse 2: Jae Skeese & Conway the Machine]
Look, I make them salty motherfuckers uncomfortable
'Cause when they see that dog in your heart, they wanna muzzle you
And Weez used to tell me them n***as is drinkin' hundred proof
Thinkin' that they can fuck with you, so give 'em more lines and see a sucker suits
Machine indestructible, them same brownstones got my bitch lookin' like a young Clair Huxtable
They say, "Machine, it ain't fair if n***as dare fuck with you
It's clear cut that you the king, n***a," yeah
[Verse 3: Jae Skeese]
Machine lead the team, I'm runnin' up the seam, n***a
It's like Michael Thomas and Brees, n***a
I took this dope shit, move blocks, I had to sell it like a screen, n***a
Opened up the lead, but we still runnin' these flea flickers
Hm, Skip, that looked really good, Skip
You had to be impressed with what you saw (Drumwork)
I know you liked it, Skip
Look, I'm Slim Reaper when I hit speakers
Runnin' for the full first forty-eight minutes like I don't get breathers
I hit the gym and I suspend leisure
Finna be a hundred emcee, a new champ, and drum swept leaders

[Verse 4: Conway the Machine & Jae Skeese]
And we ain't even break a sweat neither
My scorin' numbers reflect this was my best season
You ain't do enough work at the gym, yo chest weaker
I'm euro-stepping to the rack, got the city on my back, homie
I drop forty, still paddin' up my stats, homie
Deadly as Kobe or Kyrie up in the mask, homie
I got it on lock, it's automatic like I had the mags on me
Telfar, I'm T'd in my bag, homie
I'm in the lead with the most M.V.P. votes
I'm King James how I dominated the East coast, uh
And when it's all said and done, it leaves two statistical categories
I'ma lead both, Machine ghost
Tell the truth, yeah, go ahead say it
Is it my turn?
No, no, no (Oh), you can say you li–, nod if you like it
I like it
[Refrain: Jae Skeese & Conway the Machine]
We hold it down, East to West, on both coasts
It's facts, undisputed, we ain't no movin' no goalposts
Our money from the three-O to low post , I cook 'em on slow roast
The other side really want no smoke (Yeah)
We hold it down, East to West, on both coasts
It's facts, undisputed, we ain't no movin' no goalposts
Our money from the three-O to low post, I cook 'em on slow roast
The other side really want no smoke