Conway The Machine - Some Free lyrics
Conway the Machine [Demond Price] Buffalo, New York. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Conway The Machine - Some Free lyrics]
(Talk to 'em)
Look, a G call and the savages came
With automatics to aim tryin'
To splatter your brain clappin' your frame
Bullets shatterin' the glass of your Range
Catch you backstage at your show
And we yappin' your chain
I fishtail the Lamb' drove that in the rain
Uhh, fishscale the yams when
The packages came
Uhh, your bitch can tell that
I'm stackin' my change i was in the Street
Fam sellin' Fabolous 'caine
Not rappin' but these niggas
Not rather the same
I been actually tryin' to reframe
From smackin' a lame
When you hear me on the track
You hear the passion and pain
You can tell the way I craft
It that I mastered the game
This kind of shit you ain't built for
Get back in your lane
Niggas get stabbed in the face
For attackin' my name
Nigga, breakin' news shit
Another rapper is slain
Told my goon after the kill
Bring back your remains, my nigga
Some niggas Bloods, and some niggas is Crips
Some niggas official
But most of you niggas bitch
I ain't here to make friends
You niggas can eat a dick
My youngin blood thirsty
He eager to squeeze a clip you sneak a diss
Hope we don't peep it cause we a flip
Let the heater lift you off of
Feet and we leave you stiff
See me in Fifth with a Rican
Bitch and she is thick
Keep a razor in her bag
She givin' your cheek a kiss
Cubans weighin' at least a brick
Plug like Tony, he bust open a ki to sniff
Every other day my trigger finger itch
And that's the same hand I write with
Machine is sick
I'll bust down a jubilee band
Who let you niggas in the
Studio? You should be banned
I can have you whack for, like
Maybe two or three bands i'mma get us rich
Won't no nigga ruin these plans la Máquina
Yo, you know what's up, nigga machine, bitch
("La Máquina!")
Look, a G call and the savages came
With automatics to aim tryin'
To splatter your brain clappin' your frame
Bullets shatterin' the glass of your Range
Catch you backstage at your show
And we yappin' your chain
I fishtail the Lamb' drove that in the rain
Uhh, fishscale the yams when
The packages came
Uhh, your bitch can tell that
I'm stackin' my change i was in the Street
Fam sellin' Fabolous 'caine
Not rappin' but these niggas
Not rather the same
I been actually tryin' to reframe
From smackin' a lame
When you hear me on the track
You hear the passion and pain
You can tell the way I craft
It that I mastered the game
This kind of shit you ain't built for
Get back in your lane
Niggas get stabbed in the face
For attackin' my name
Nigga, breakin' news shit
Another rapper is slain
Told my goon after the kill
Bring back your remains, my nigga
Some niggas Bloods, and some niggas is Crips
Some niggas official
But most of you niggas bitch
I ain't here to make friends
You niggas can eat a dick
My youngin blood thirsty
He eager to squeeze a clip you sneak a diss
Hope we don't peep it cause we a flip
Let the heater lift you off of
Feet and we leave you stiff
See me in Fifth with a Rican
Bitch and she is thick
Keep a razor in her bag
She givin' your cheek a kiss
Cubans weighin' at least a brick
Plug like Tony, he bust open a ki to sniff
Every other day my trigger finger itch
And that's the same hand I write with
Machine is sick
I'll bust down a jubilee band
Who let you niggas in the
Studio? You should be banned
I can have you whack for, like
Maybe two or three bands i'mma get us rich
Won't no nigga ruin these plans la Máquina
Yo, you know what's up, nigga machine, bitch
("La Máquina!")