[Intro]

Statik Selektah

[Verse 1: Chris Rivers & Conway the Machine]

So momma don't you cry now

Daddy broke the motherfuckin' mold so I'ma try now

I never fold, I never lost control, I never lied down

I proved that I’m the nicest, never say it- that's implied now

That's why I fought, hold it down for the ex like child support

Couldn't buy a metro, do you realize how much miles I walked?

Busted shoes, runnin' through these hoods like, n****, what's the rules?

Never moved no weight but got my weight up, then I muscled through

Breakfast, lunch and dinner- ain't have food that's what balance for

There's n***** with some screws loose, like what you think the hammer's for?

N***** fake, they [?], they like a tattle-all

I'm chosen when I wrote this higher focus like I'm adderall

Had had-me-downs, so pass me down the crown, I made my granny proud

Get nicked with cannons if you ever happen to be actin’ wild

I ain’t the one to fuck with, simply put

I simply am the one, bunch of number twos

They tried to test, I simply answered them (I got it right here, slime)

It’s Rivers

[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]

Thirty shots make him scurry, n**** (Brrr)

I'll be a G until I'm buried, n**** (Facts)

He think he the rap LeBron, well I'm Curry, n****

Whip a nine, pot fork was still dirty, n**** (Woo)

I'm just different, my records is excellent

Lexus is fresh, Benz's

Clips in the TECs was extended

Yes, it's The Machine, I feel I'm the best

GxF[R], The Reject, it's like the fuckin' New Testament, ayo (Hahaha)

I ain't no regular rapper, I will slap you like a bitch, homie, your head'll spin backwards

Matter fact, I'm way better than rappers

They records trash, they dressin' like faggots and raidin' the medicine cabinet

They pop pills, I'm poppin' the steel— I’m lettin' 'em have it

I'm better than average, I'm a legend when I craft it (Huh?)

Tool on the waist, my shooters don't tat tears for a body, he wouldn't have no more room on his face

It's The Machine, n****

[Verse 3: Termanology]

We legends in rap, we got this shit locked

In the whip, bent, listenin' to Chris' pops

Sippin' Möet and Dom, while the Cris' pops

My cousin sniff a lot, then he hit the opps

And dash off, laughin' hysterically

On a hater- I'll spaz and dap 'em generically

And ask for the energy, you could get the strap

Got 'em holdin' me back, like I did bad academically

Swing on you, pronto

Look me in your face like Rondo

Chop your head off in The Gong Show

Hit the cigar slow, whip out the car show

God fearin', but I'll still rip out your heart, though

When I was rhymin' in the cypher with Fresh, y'all was sittin' 'round ridin' the bench

No, I ain't impressed

You tired and stressed, I be dressin' fire and fresh

Swear to God, I even ironed my sweats

It's me

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