Conway The Machine - Temple lyrics

Machine rare form nigga
All 2018 nigga I'm in rare form, straight up
Lucky seven conway Machine
Bitch

Look
When niggas talk, I don't get mad at all
I rat-a tat tat with this MAC
And them niggas scatter off (Brrrt)
Plus they ain't fucking with
Nothing in my catalogue (Not at all)
If we ain't talking bout a bag
We can't chat at all
(Fuck you talking for nigga?)
Nigga, I hit the gas and cough
Limoncello, told big burner "Send
Me a package off" (I need that)
I don't battle
But I can out rap half your squad
Get around rappers, I smell a body
Could dab a dosh
Crack a cigar, relax in a bath in a loft
With my bad latin broad, ass fat and soft
(Ha ha ha) cracking your jaw with a smack if
You act like you hard that's a fact
This shit I'm rocking ain't at the mall
(Talk to 'em)
Nah, I just get my cash and I stack it tall
(Huh) dog I ain't do the back and forth
I'm out in Calabasas with some bitches
Riding back to back in Porsche (Cap)
And of course smoking this pack
That taste like applesauce (Ahhh)
Or I could look at you and tell that you soft
(You pussy) you acting like I won't drop off
A bag and have you off'd
(Get you outta hеre)
Look, this shit is natural
I feel I'm passed you all
They should build mе a statue for
The way I craft them bars (Ha ha ha)
Go and ask them, when they see they me they
Saying "That's the God" (That's that nigga)
So come at me? You running at wall (Uh, huh)
I'm cut from an extravagant cloth (Cap)
So understand you coming at a boss
Machine, bitch

Everyday I pray to God like
"God please keep these fuck
Niggas from round me"
Everyday I pray to God like
"God please keep these bum
Bitches from round me"
Everyday I pray to God like
"God please keep this big money around me"
I know that God got me
But I still keep this AK around me yeah

Getting high as a kite with my slime
I'm Mike in his prime
That's Jordan and Tyson combined
My life is a grind
Locked up twice and confined
Whipping beef summer sausage with
The rices inside (Huh)
Came home, took shit over, see the ices I buy
See me with that new Ferrari
With no license to drive (Vroom)
While type of design
The shit hitting your wife on the side (Hah)
That pussy good
Imma keep fucking shorty like she was mine
(Ha ha haha)
You said you nicer than I but my bars
Hurt like a knife in a thigh
And cut away a slice of your pride
When I'm on a mic with the lines
I'm like Mike from the line
This shit is effortless and I ain't
Even write it this time (Whoo)
Look I gave niggas verses
Gave you niggas a buzz (Uh, huh)
I'm the reason them blogs came
And showed you niggas love
I raised the bar to a
Level you'll never get above
I'm the machine, this is what I does

Everyday I pray to God like
"God please keep these fuck
Niggas from round me"
Everyday I pray to God like
"God please keep these bum
Bitches from round me"
Everyday I pray to God like
"God please keep this big money around me"
I know that God got me
But I still keep this AK around me yeah

Ayo I feel so blessed right now man hehehe
Nah real shit iIIII feel blessed
Y'know I walk with my head high
With my chest out knowing that God got me
Yknow?
I mean, look at the circumstances I overcame
Man that shit don't happen everyday
Niggas gonna stop and tryna slight me
Niggas gonna pay me the homage I deserve
I got it off the curb uh
I emerged nigga i'm here now
Conway Machine bitch griselda nigga
Brrrrt i'm gone