G Herbo, Conway The Machine - Machines lyrics

Look, home at the Wims
Don't even comb my hair
The bitches smell the money, when I walk in
They noise is flared (Ha)
Came from the bottom, shit
I barely had clothes to wear
So give me my roses while I’m here, bitch
It's only fair (Give me my flowers)
You know how niggas rockin' over here
Lil’ bro just caught his eighth body
Before he made it to his Kobe year (Shit)
Shit, nigga (Made it to twenty-four, yeah)
That nigga caught eight bodies
Bеfore he made it to his Kobе year (Brr)
COVID here and everybody masked up
It took six niggas six hours, just to bag up
(Talk to 'em) hold my glass up
Sippin' Cruige in a Maybach truck
A real boss gon' make sure all
His peoples got they bag up
(Get your bag, king)
You talk the hardest niggas out
My name get definitely brought up (Ha)
But it's deeper than rap
Take my racks and invest into stardom (Woo)
When you rich and you black
You become a threat, when you smart enough
(Talk)
My nigga died while writin' this verse
Like my heart ain't dark enough
Shit, made my heart hard enough (Shit)
Drac' go put them niggas on spin cycle
We wash ’em up
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
My wrist cost a buck
Them bricks bought from us
The big dawg my pups, got
Switch on the Glocks, they lift off and bust
(Ha)
They say imitation a form of flattery (Aha)
Machine get on a beat
It’s assaultin' battery (Ha ha ha)
They’re gettin' so much money
My old bitches is mad at me (Ha)
For how I put my new bitch in gallery
Change the salary (Let's get it)

Poppin' ecstasy, addy
’cause I wasn't tryna sleep
Where I come from, at average
Was all savagery
Now the mansions is lavish, I want a half a B
Circumstances was bad
And my bitch as bad as me (You know that)
Bro died for an 8-Ball, he worth a half a key
(Damn) his mama still live on the Ave'
I still ride past and see (What up?)
How she doin'? In my hood, I got influence
Murder one, I drunk a four
And took a xan, It made me crash the V (Phew)
Niggas talkin' 'bout I'm greedy
I was the last to eat
Black gloves and ski masks
That used to last a week (For real)
A week straight
Heart was filled with grief and hate
(No bap)
Shit I been through, lawyer won a hundred K
That's a cheap case (Let's get it)
Took a loss and missed a show
They want another date
My moms trippin' 'bout the rent
She like two months late (Two months late)
I got right back in them trenches
What you mean?
This'll never end, this cycle, my
Landlord was a fiend, nigga
(Nigga) get out the way when I
See red, 'cause you green, nigga
('Cause you green, nigga)
Game seven, I was locked in with my team
Nigga (Bet it up)
Played my position, crunch time
I was great at that
Spray that goddamn layback and Maybach
I got a rate at that
Herb a faker, a creative player
Never heard of that now I'm major
But I still'll lay down for that murder rap
Was exhausted, missed a couple bosses
Ain't deserve to nap
All we know is fak', fak', fak', fak'
Fak and get that murder back
But I'm calm now
Hit my knees and start prayin'
With my palms out (I shake)
I'm a leader and they want
Me to be strong now reachin' for the skies
I can't put my arms down (Never)
Glizzy in my left hand, can't put my arm down
(Not never) god with me, 'cause I'm alive
Devil on my side (Still outside)
Daydreamin' while I drive, got me in a trance
Since my brain got advanced
I can't trust my friends (Damn)
I'd kill my mans