Conway The Machine - No Women No Kids lyrics

You are still yeah
Now open your eyes uh

Whipped a half a brick, smell the white fumes
(Whip up)
Shit on my neck bright enough to light rooms
(My shit lit up, right)
Leave a nigga body full of knife wounds (Hah)
We tycoons, I'm a fly goon (Ha ha ha)
Only smokin' the best like DZA
Catch a bitch goin' through my pockets
I just might kill her
(Fuck is you doin', yo?)
My young bitch 23, she dress like SZA
If I need a brick cook
I know the chef like RZA (Talk to 'em)
Stackin' all this cream
They tryna inspect the method (Hah)
Youngin scorin' on the opps
He 'bout to set the record
(Boom boom boom boom)
Nigga, I'm about to apply extra pressure
(Cap) rappers say they on my level
But have yet to measure
(Picture that, nigga)
Versace to my socks, boy, I'm extra fresher
(You see me, bitch) throw my gloves on
Screw on the TEC suppressor
(What's poppin', nigga)
They say I'm too passionate as a writer (Hah)
But I don't give a fuck
That's what happen when you fire (Hah)
You can't tell me all
These rappers not inspired before Reject 2
Niggas was rappin' like Desiigner
(Ha ha haha)
I'm that nigga if you have to just inquire
But you can visit my hood and go
And ask if I'm a liar
(Go ask the real niggas)
Nigga, I pull the ratchet out and fire
(Boom boom boom boom)
Alejandro Sosa the only cat that
I aspire to be (Brr)

Yeah, you know what's up, nigga
Uh, fifty rounds for you fuck niggas
I'm back in rare form, nigga haha, yeah
Machine, bitch alchemist
Oh my fuckin' God, nigga
Smash and scrape the whole summer, nigga
I promise you
I don't think nobody fuckin' with me
I'ma take that back
I know nobody ain't fuckin' with me, nigga
Point 'em out machine

See all these niggas out here? Mmm
Strugglin' to survive, man
When you strugglin' to survive
You need somebody to follow
So I figured, why not give 'em God?