Conway The Machine - Bruiser Brody lyrics

Yeah (Brr)
You know I'm the fuckin' GOAT, nigga
That's grimiest of all time, nigga
Get it right
(Brrt, brrt, brrt)
Uh, Machine, bitch (Brrt)
Yeah, look
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom)

I'm back in that zone, back in the trenches
I'm back at home
That's back-to-back MVP-caliber seasons
Like Pat Mahomes
(Uh, huh)
Rappin' like I haven't already
Snatched the throne
Your jaw weak
I fuckin' crack a bone with a slap alone
(Hahahah)
We don't tolerate no disrespect
We'll be at your home
Ratchet blown half his dome in
Back of the stove
Just so that is known
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom)
I get my gas manufactured and grown
Packaged and flown
Back, put it in the trap, it's gone
(It's gone, nigga)
They givin' out too much time
I left that smack alone
(Uh, huh)
And bricks nowadays is cut
With too much acetone
(That shit cut)
Word to the tats in my flesh, nigga
On beats I get
Crazy busy, I could've rapped with Bone
(Woo)
Killer blow the MAC smooth as
Kenny G with the saxophone
(Ah)
Zero respect for any nigga that
Rat to come home
(You ratted, nigga)
Yeah, under the Louis jacket, that's VLONE
I actually shown you can get
It off your own grind
Don't gotta ask for loans
(Get your grind on)
Maybach truck, I play the back seat
The seat recline
Keep in mind, piece on my lap
That's just for peace of mind
(I got it on me)
I'm gettin' better every year
They still waitin' to see decline
(They waitin')
Reinvented myself
This the Machine redesigned
(Hah)
I lead the pack, I don't follow leads
These punchlines like Drago versus Apollo
Creed, it's spooky, nigga
Halloween
(Talk to 'em)
Goofy nigga, you never shot a thing
(Not at all)
My jewelry hittin', I'm richer than you
That gotta sting
(Hahahaha)
Told you we from the gutter
The best part of my day is that
Jail call when I'm speakin' with Cutter
(Free my nigga)
I started DrumWork and people think
It's beef with my brother
(Come on, man)
Maybe every endeavour
We supposed to eat with each other
(Talk to 'em)
Fuck what they think and fuck they opinions
We jumpin' in Benzes
(Hah)
Johnny made my piece with a couple dimensions
(Bling)
This DrumWork, guns come with extensions
Nigga
(Talk your shit, king) , yeah

I think they prayin' on my downfall
(Prayin' on my downfall, they
Prayin' on my downfall
Man)
Rather see me dead or locked up in a cage
(Hah)
That's why I never come around y'all
(I never come around y'all
I don't come around)
Or maybe I'm just too stuck in my ways
(I'm stuck in my ways)
I swear they prayin' on my downfall
(Hahahaha, I know niggas prayin'
On my motherfuckin'
Downfall, man, ayo, fuck them niggas
Man)
I think they prayin' on my downfall
(They wanna see me lose
I'm still gon' win though)
They rather see me dead or
Locked up in a cage
(I'm still gon' win, nigga)
Oh no-no, oh no-no

You know what I mean? I'm still gon' win
Nigga
Even when the odds is against me, hahahaha
Even when they stack the deck, hahahaha
Even when all the obstacles is thrown my way
Nigga
I still come out victorious
Yeah
This shit 'bout to— ayo
This shit 'bout to get real spooky, nigga
Told niggas
Twenty-twenty-Drum, nigga
JR Swiftz, nigga
Ayo, look