Conway The Machine, Conductor Williams - Believe Me lyrics
Conway the Machine [Demond Price] Buffalo, New York. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Conway The Machine, Conductor Williams - Believe Me lyrics]
It's not funny
You weren't scared, were you?
I wasn't that scared
Ah, woo! Woo!
Conductor
Turn that beat up, turn my headphones up
Conductor
I'm the best, I'm the fucking best! (Yeah, yo)
Check the stats
Conductor, we have a problem
Conductor, we have a problem
Conductor, Conductor, we have a problem
Conductor, we have a problem
Conductor, we have a problem
Con— (Uh)
Check the stats
Machine the waviest since Max, nigga, facts (Woo!)
The real is back (The real is back, nigga)
I don't care who you shot, your G pass revoked, you just a rat (Rat-ass nigga)
Pin your diva to the mat like a wrestler match and don't text her back (Hahaha)
I only want top, don't hit me up just to chat
I'm playing chess with rap, but I'm treating it just like a checkers match (Uh huh)
Shit has gotten easy, you gotta king me (What you mean?)
Yeah, I wear all my jewellery, every city, don't gotta check for it
Gs in every city gon' hold me down without a question
Down a nigga front me and add to his body collection (Boom, boom, boom!)
Album after album, boy, I did what they was not expecting (Conductor)
That's what you call impressive, shit (Hahahaha)
I'm back active holding rap captive (Uh huh)
These black bastards drop back to back to back classics (Ah!)
Yeah, Machine back spazzing
Shot in my back, so when it rain, we having back spazzes (Talk to 'em!)
The double R truck, I matte black it (Uh huh)
They love me in Detroit, in LA, I'm mat staffing (Woo!)
Yeah, three bodies, same day, that boy Mad Max'd it (Ah huh)
Uh, I like bad bitches that act ratchet (Bad!)
That contract, I need the max like Lamar Jackson (Bag)
She post a picture on the gram and I double tapped it
In her DMs, shooting my shot like I'm John Paxon (Hahaha)
Yeah, and that shit was a game winter
Tonight, I'm hitting her and her homie that came wit' her (Oohh)
Your bitch chose me (Conductor), you know the game nigga (You know the game)
I don't write verses, I paint pictures (Uh huh)
My street resume, boy, don't got a stain, nigga (Not at all)
You know the name, nigga, Machine
Say, listen, daddio, you think, uh
If you not busy later, you could, um, drop by my pad?
Well, I gotta think about that, baby, alright?
But look here, you be cool, alright?
I mean maybe we get together later and wrap a taste on it, huh?
Huh, can you dig that, baby?
I can dig it
Can you dig it, baby?
I can dig it
Okay, baby
You weren't scared, were you?
I wasn't that scared
Ah, woo! Woo!
Conductor
Turn that beat up, turn my headphones up
Conductor
I'm the best, I'm the fucking best! (Yeah, yo)
Check the stats
Conductor, we have a problem
Conductor, we have a problem
Conductor, Conductor, we have a problem
Conductor, we have a problem
Conductor, we have a problem
Con— (Uh)
Check the stats
Machine the waviest since Max, nigga, facts (Woo!)
The real is back (The real is back, nigga)
I don't care who you shot, your G pass revoked, you just a rat (Rat-ass nigga)
Pin your diva to the mat like a wrestler match and don't text her back (Hahaha)
I only want top, don't hit me up just to chat
I'm playing chess with rap, but I'm treating it just like a checkers match (Uh huh)
Shit has gotten easy, you gotta king me (What you mean?)
Yeah, I wear all my jewellery, every city, don't gotta check for it
Gs in every city gon' hold me down without a question
Down a nigga front me and add to his body collection (Boom, boom, boom!)
Album after album, boy, I did what they was not expecting (Conductor)
That's what you call impressive, shit (Hahahaha)
I'm back active holding rap captive (Uh huh)
These black bastards drop back to back to back classics (Ah!)
Yeah, Machine back spazzing
Shot in my back, so when it rain, we having back spazzes (Talk to 'em!)
The double R truck, I matte black it (Uh huh)
They love me in Detroit, in LA, I'm mat staffing (Woo!)
Yeah, three bodies, same day, that boy Mad Max'd it (Ah huh)
Uh, I like bad bitches that act ratchet (Bad!)
That contract, I need the max like Lamar Jackson (Bag)
She post a picture on the gram and I double tapped it
In her DMs, shooting my shot like I'm John Paxon (Hahaha)
Yeah, and that shit was a game winter
Tonight, I'm hitting her and her homie that came wit' her (Oohh)
Your bitch chose me (Conductor), you know the game nigga (You know the game)
I don't write verses, I paint pictures (Uh huh)
My street resume, boy, don't got a stain, nigga (Not at all)
You know the name, nigga, Machine
Say, listen, daddio, you think, uh
If you not busy later, you could, um, drop by my pad?
Well, I gotta think about that, baby, alright?
But look here, you be cool, alright?
I mean maybe we get together later and wrap a taste on it, huh?
Huh, can you dig that, baby?
I can dig it
Can you dig it, baby?
I can dig it
Okay, baby