Bone and The Machine ft. Conway The Machine Lyrics

The fame and the clout I never cared About I did two shows for a Hundred, that's a fair

Amount Maybach from Jenny to Walter, you know my whereabouts

The ones responsible for all those bodies y'all been hearing bout

Niggas had the Za trap and the Heroin house And made more Weekly than a doctor make yearly

Off his salary, uh, I'm rocking Amiri Out the factory, Mike personally Sending packs to me

Yeah, these niggas still copying waves Stealing my drip but them niggas Never rock it the same

Boy thought he was gangster until he got shot in his braids

You know we crashing out, if ever you hopout of your lane

Pulled up the ? to see ? and copped Me some haze

Nigga lost half his leg when he was Shot with a gauge

Rock a lot of chains in Atlanta, I Stopped at the flame

Conway, y'all know the name, pussy

Everybody talk until it's time to get it Cracking

Are you really bout that shit that You Be talking when you rapping?

If you try to call my bluff, I double Back and have to clap him

All these motherfucking problems

If you want them, you can have them

Look, everybody bluffing

Most these dudes is really acting They ain't really bout the shit

That they be talking

They just capping

Go ahead and fuck em up

They call their homies up to back em

If those pussies wanted problems, You bet their ass they bout to have Em

Knew at an early age, get product And make a play

Half-ass it and meet the grave

So I learned from them evil ways

Entraped, but still beat the case Matter of fact, I was probably late

Extra lap, if that's what it take to Surpass

All the fucking hate

That

Really came from me If I'm just Keeping it honest

I had to learn before I speak, is it Making sense or a profit?

When everything is 'bout the beef Shit starts to bleed out your wallet

Cause you'll be spending more on Heat than what you do on deposits

And what you really doing But just Stalking a grown man

Who really just a coward and needs t

To die by his own hand

Go home and roll some flower Think an hour about your plan

You still wanna get em ate? Grab that Biscuit and go ham

Everybody tough until it's time to get It cracking

Are you really bout that shit

That you be talking when you Rapping

If you try to call my bluff I double Back and have to clap him

All these motherfucking problems If you want them, you can have them

Look, everybody bluffing Most these Dudes is really acting

They ain't really bout the shit That They be talking

They just capping Go ahead and fuck Em up

They call they homies up to back em If those pussies wanted problems

You bet their ass they bout to have Em

Look, I promise you

Every single bit of shit I'm spitting is Meticulous

The rhythm is consistent as the Bitches is I really try my best to just Refrain from any

Simple shit

You better wear a vest when sending

Shots up where my business is

My homies drop assists and known For steals like Scottie Pippen is

I'm Michael fucking Jordan

I've been GOATed by the witnesses

I wrote it as I spit the shit

You know it, give your bitch a kiss

This poetry turn intimacy

She blow me while she listening They see me say that's him again

They know they only benefit

From showing me respect

And keeping my name clean as these Benjamin's

Got girls who love to send a friend

Relief like acetaminophen

Competing like there's 10 of em

Just me so I ain't simping then

I started and I'm ending

With the same shit you pretend to Get This rhyme scheme way too Intricate

The devil I'm befriending it This Motherfucker tell me

He can show me bout this business Shit But I don't need his help

I'm at your neck life scarfs at Christmas is