Conway The Machine - Schemin' lyrics

Conway the Machine [Demond Price] Buffalo, New York. U.S.

[Conway The Machine - Schemin' lyrics]

Yeah real nigga all day, every day, nigga
Griselda

Its funny how the same people that
Diss you be niggas you a idol to
Like how you gon' hate on a
Nigga that inspired you
I'm not replying to little niggas
That I'm a giant to (Not at all)
Before you rap about a brick nigga buy a few
(Ha ha ha)
I eat a beat up, tell em to pull a beat up
I beat up beats while half
Sleep with my feet up
I sneak up creep with long heat
Shoot your street up you beyond sweet
You want beef nigga speak up! (Speak up)
I'm in Roofcriss having me a steak
Champagne full glasses full of grapes
My bitches say daddy you a great
Smoking gas in a cabin with a lake
Look, I do what you average niggas can't
Basquiat flow
Every verse a masterpiece I paint
Think you spit fire
Come and look the dragon in the face boy!
(What's good)
I'm really bout that action in the way
That I can get a greenlight
It'll be a massacre a day boy
(Greenlight nigga)
I shoot the ruger remove your wig
You talking tough on computers
Like you a shooter
Ya'll niggas fucking with any niggas that
Yall think do it big (For real)
I'm saying fuck everybody I don't
Care who it is
And West rolling up the OG pack
Tch, I see these niggas want the old me back
They say my name in their
Verses but I don't react
Flip over my boy I got Kobe stacks
Not only that, shit you know me scrap
You get out of pocket boy you
Know you gon' be clapped the flow be crack
Remind you of the OG Rap
My respect homie you owe me that
Tables usually turn
Seems like it was yesterday they
Was kissing on 106
Now Wayne suing Bird (Hahaha)
Damn, I got a way with using words
I'm waiting to use this K with me
To lay you on the curb (Brrt)
Wack a nigga I ain't tatt a tear
My dawg throwing up the
Product like a Cavalier (K)
Every where I go I gotta keep a ratchet near
Eastside Buffalo
Where life don't matter here
The city need hope
I'm with your first lady in the presidential
Suite I should get everybody vote
The shit that I find a joke
A bum nigga finally start getting a couple
Of dollars now he calling everybody broke
(Pssh) no regular weed boy this
Ain't what everybody smoke (Hah)
Life jacket flow bitch I
Kept everybody a float (Please believe that)
It's evident check the evidence
I set presidents
A few niggas gained relevance from it
Fuck it if ever it's
Something whatever it's nothing
That shit you yelling I love it
You see me winning nigga!
I know it hurt you like
A shell in the stomach
As for my city though tell them I run it
I whipped up a tape for
Them niggas that's talking
Yeah I said I was coming
The ground shaking like herds
Of elephants running (Ha ha ha)
There's levels to this shit
You know why I ran the shit since
'05 that should be telling you something
Well them niggas mention my name
I don't never discuss it
Cause it's them same niggas that never did
Nothing when I address them in public
Fuck it
Ayo I really think them niggas jealous (Huh)
That's why I talk shit just
To ruffle them niggas' feathers
Said I throw shots on the internet
Let them niggas tell it
But if I throw shots at a nigga
They don't live to tell it

Machine, bitch (I throw shots at a nigga
They don't live to tell it) Gone
Griselda, by Fashion Rebels

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