[Conway the Machine:] Huge machine shops And see the kind of equipment that is being used for the production of engine parts The first machine of this type
[Repeat:] For the blessing of the pain
Yeah, h'm You know, I'm just a fly nigga, man I'm a ill nigga I'm a ill nigga, baby Uh, uh
You gotta love it (You gotta love it, nigga) For real, nigga, you gotta love it (Ha) Hundred million dollars, I gotta touch it My bitch hop out a truck rocket, a Prada bucket Pussy good, I gotta fuck it Every time (Ha), I be trying to hit the bottom of it Fly to Colorado to watch the nuggets And, test a few strands, sent back boxes of it by the dozen, yeah This shit I did on these beats is the shit I did in the streets This album just a byproduct of it, uh (Talk to 'em!) Can't even trust your family, nigga robbed his cousin His momma said whatever happen, that grimy nigga got it coming (That's fucked up, shit) Momma said whatever happen, that grimy nigga got it coming Machine, I'm just built different, you know how I'm constructed They shot me, I rebounded from it like I was Andre Drummond (Ha-ha-ha) Empty the mop middle of the street, they say Conway bugging, Machine (Ay)
I'm back on the stove again (Stove) Got the double R on the road again (Ooh) Momma, there go that man, they know it's him (I'm him) Cover me, I'm going in (I'm going in) I'm back on the stove again (Oh yeah) Got the double R on the road again (Ooh) Momma, there go that man, they know it's him (They know I'm him) Ha-ha, cover me, I'm going in (I'm going in, nigga)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
