Conway The Machine – Sarah! [E]

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[Intro: Conway the Machine]

Con— Con—
Uh-huh, uh, uh
Uh, yeah
We back
Yeah
Uh-huh, uh, uh
Yeah
Check
Look

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]

Picture the God timid
Niggas watch how they talk to me, they face, I’ll hawk [?]Came in as the hero but they turned me to dark villain
My back in my chest like Ron Simmons, the Lord was made in Con’ image (Con’ image)
Shit, when she had to identify the body, it made his moms grimace, shit (Ah)
Eighty point tennis, double R tinted
Used to be piss poor, now I just piss on women (Hahaha)
I had three phones, now I don’t speak on those ’cause feds givin’ out the RICO
The gamе was designed for you to lose, it ain’t no chеat codes
The game don’t wanna acknowledge my numbers now, now I’m Pete Rose (Huh?)
They know how Machine goes
Get the coke from the cartel, the green from the gringo (Ah)
I’m back writin’ this pain ’til my arm in a sling, though (‘Kay)
But I barely even write it down (Huh?)
I say “Go,” goons will come burn down your entire town (Go get them niggas)
Thinkin’ the beef is on Easy Street (Huh?)
Buck fifty, your cheek deep through your scar, they can see your teeth (Hahaha)
Snort a line niggas, imported wine sippers
I’m the bossman, but still’ll rob fourty-nine niggas (Where your chain, pussy?)
The truck cost two-fifty, the chain was another three (Yeah)
Compare me to such and such, but niggas can’t fuck with me (Niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me)
Yeah, the Devil’s Reject back again
She Google’d my net worth but them numbers wasn’t accurate (Ah)
It’s way higher
Fuck them other niggas, I’m way flyer (Huh?)
Race to the top, watch me skate by ’em (Boom, boom)
You know when Con’ get on, with dog shit on (Yeah, yeah)
I’m pushin’ that Lamb chop, color garlic parm’ (Ah)
It’s coke in that damn pot, turn that faucet on (Whip)
You lookin’ at boss shit, baby, Con’ the Don (The big dog, baby)
Uh, and I’m ready to kill somethin’
Can’t kill God with bullets so I don’t feel nothin’, nigga (I don’t feel anything)
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[Chorus: Conway the Machine]

Keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ (Robo tech)
Keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ (Pah-pah-pah-pah-pah-pah-pah-pah-pah)
Keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ (Robo tech)
Keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
We rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ (Robo tech)
Keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ (Uh-huh, uh, uh)
Keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ (Robo tech)
Keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ (Okay)

[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]

I think I’m way too thorough for this rap shit (Rap shit)
Empty out the pump, make his faggot ass backflip (Make him backflip)
It was my style these niggas got on the map with (Got on the map with)
My career aged beautifully, Angela Bassett (Talk to ’em)
Where the smoke at? I want it, the GOAT back, I run it (Huh?)
Got the wolves outside, ’bout to go back to huntin’ (Haha)
Beam on it, put it right where your throat at, I’m gunnin’
You ain’t built for the streets, boy, you don’t have a stomach, nigga (Pah-pah-pah-pah-pah)

[Chorus: Conway the Machine]

Keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ (Robo tech)
Keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ (Pah-pah-pah-pah-pah-pah-pah-pah-pah)
Keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ (Robo tech)
Keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
We rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ (Robo tech)
Keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ (Uh-huh, uh, uh)
Keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ (Robo tech)
Keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ (Okay)

[Outro]

You know what the fuck it is, nigga
Conway the Machine
Conductor
Reject
Choo-choo