Conway The Machine - Guilty lyrics
Conway the Machine [Demond Price] Buffalo, New York. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Conway The Machine - Guilty lyrics]
Guilty this shit got that feel
Uh, look reject back from the trenches (Hah)
Back with the MAC with extensions (Brr)
Thinkin' 'bout when they had me layin'
On my back in intensive
Clapped in my head and neck
That shit was inches from hittin' my carotid
I would've bled to death and
Nobody could stop it (They wouldn't stop it)
Doctor said the bullet too close to my voice
Box to try to get it out it
"You can't touch it and I doubt there's
Anything we can do about it"
Bells Palsy from damage to my nerves
No feeling in my legs, I took
A bullet in the head, nigga
(I took a wigshot)
That's why I chuckle at the
Comments that I read
About the way my facе look, and shit
I could've been dead (I'm still herе, nigga)
Just focus on the lyrics
Don't focus on my appearance
(You hear the bars)
Bro, you too pussy to go through it
So you fear it (You pussy)
You see the way they
Quotin' this shit hysterically
What you see is the dopest of any era
Machine (Woo)
Like a line of some coke
You sit on the mirror
Sniff, nigga, this shit is a gift, nigga
(This shit a gift)
King of the underground, but still
I'm a rich nigga (Hah)
A few years ago, I was just on my dick, nigga
(I was fucked up) the moral of my story, I
Ain't switch up my pitch, nigga
Stayin' true to myself and
Take whatever I get, nigga
A lot of niggas rappin', they
Don't spit it like this, nigga
Rollie on my wrist, lean the
Pot like this, nigga, whip, nigga
(Woo)
Name your top five, I might be better (Hah)
After this album
Bet a critic can't slight me ever
No pen, no pad when I write these letters
I just recite it off the top
That shit hype me better
We played with bricks since the fitted
Cap and white tee era
Ask Benny, ask West, had semis, had TECs
Nigga (Talk to 'em)
No kizzy, we was really at necks
Nigga really played with me, then
He really got stretched, nigga
(Hah, hah, hah, brr) machine
Uh, look reject back from the trenches (Hah)
Back with the MAC with extensions (Brr)
Thinkin' 'bout when they had me layin'
On my back in intensive
Clapped in my head and neck
That shit was inches from hittin' my carotid
I would've bled to death and
Nobody could stop it (They wouldn't stop it)
Doctor said the bullet too close to my voice
Box to try to get it out it
"You can't touch it and I doubt there's
Anything we can do about it"
Bells Palsy from damage to my nerves
No feeling in my legs, I took
A bullet in the head, nigga
(I took a wigshot)
That's why I chuckle at the
Comments that I read
About the way my facе look, and shit
I could've been dead (I'm still herе, nigga)
Just focus on the lyrics
Don't focus on my appearance
(You hear the bars)
Bro, you too pussy to go through it
So you fear it (You pussy)
You see the way they
Quotin' this shit hysterically
What you see is the dopest of any era
Machine (Woo)
Like a line of some coke
You sit on the mirror
Sniff, nigga, this shit is a gift, nigga
(This shit a gift)
King of the underground, but still
I'm a rich nigga (Hah)
A few years ago, I was just on my dick, nigga
(I was fucked up) the moral of my story, I
Ain't switch up my pitch, nigga
Stayin' true to myself and
Take whatever I get, nigga
A lot of niggas rappin', they
Don't spit it like this, nigga
Rollie on my wrist, lean the
Pot like this, nigga, whip, nigga
(Woo)
Name your top five, I might be better (Hah)
After this album
Bet a critic can't slight me ever
No pen, no pad when I write these letters
I just recite it off the top
That shit hype me better
We played with bricks since the fitted
Cap and white tee era
Ask Benny, ask West, had semis, had TECs
Nigga (Talk to 'em)
No kizzy, we was really at necks
Nigga really played with me, then
He really got stretched, nigga
(Hah, hah, hah, brr) machine