38 Spesh, Conway The Machine - Speshal Machinery lyrics

Niggas change when the lead draw
I'm the plug you run off on and end up with your legs gone
Patience short and bread long
I've been through a lot of shit in this game, but it made me headstrong
Mink blanket keep the bed warm
Where I get it from, I got it made like the special ed song
I'm the nigga that the feds on
Might see me with a fluffy French bulldog that's red, huh
I be dead calm
If something said wrong, I transform to a lead stone
Hope you read Psalms
Your future I understand, cause getting blood on our hands, how we read palms
Say a prayer for my dead moms and my brother
Until we back together, I'mma bear arms
My shooters know I care for em
They treat me like FedCon
I'm that nigga in red foam

I'm a fork in a pot, my wrist circling
Talking O's and blocks like Lil Durk and them
I don't care how good his verses is
If the nigga a rat or if he pussy, I can't work with him
We FOIs getting ROIs
My first year in the game, I was the ROI
They ain't got no drip, they gonna borrow mines
And borrow mines, huh?
Fucking models like the Jack Harlow guy
I just get their head and fuck her
We get bread and duffels so the feds wanna arrest and cuff us
Niggas ain't gonna never touch us
They know I'm always trying to brush into a fade
I'm Chicago on poetic justice
How many pointers in a chain? I have carried each
Was in the field and my shoulder pads wearing cleats
Toasted glass, wear the cleat
Broken man, he in the streets
And on sight, mean we on your ass anywhere we meet
Been better, cashmere sweater, treach rocker when it's ten weather
Fuck a debit card, give me mine in cash, I spend better
Leg broken, I still ain't going out on a limb, never
Money stretched like went beyond a nigga
I've been pressured
The fluorescent Balenci shades, the Midas touch
If I was involved, it was history made
And Portofino sipping vino like it's lemonade
They on Instagram with your chain if you mention my name
We sold weight for real, now we having label deals
Shooter bipolar, I'm trying to get him to take his pills
I be on May, but still, I need a place way in the hills
Comparing me to whoever, I'm like, is they for real?
I do the beats as equivalent to a Draco kill
Not only putting chinks in your armor, we about to break your shield
Punching like Bud Crawford until I break your will
The pain is real
The undisputed champ reigning still
Machine, nigga