[Verse 1: Freeway]

Uh

We from the ghetto, we keep metal, we keep Prada whiffers

You can stuff at least a half a brick inside a woofer

If [?] tote the tool, I might be riding with her

I was charged in middle school, they said the mama's cooking

I was booked, and now my neck look like a hockey rink

My pockets used to leak, and now I got chips like Cliff Huxtable

Made my money from the block, the profit used to stink

Now when I hit up the bank, they serve me drinks, make sure I’m comfortable

First bit of that [?], switched up thе flow this many times

[?] he got a diamond in [?]

First hustler that evеr switched up the [?]

Moved in on the trust, now we live here

Really earned my spot, this ain't no coincidence

Way before the Rock, I was bending in expensive shit

I'll cop out with [?] spit the clip

You ain’t gotta short Mobb Deep to prove you infamous

It's Free and Jake, we need the feeling back, we here to grant your wish

[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]

You know the homies just be waiting to die

That you one of the guys clap, you pull up and throw 5 at you

The bullets big as fuck and D batteries fly at you

[?] that drive passed you

[?] with pineapple

Got Montega all on my hoodie like pineapple

And when they building my statue, from the way I throw lines at you

Highly impactful, like [?]

No marketing plan, market the brand

I step in a design capsule

Mentally my mind, leave scientists mind baffled

Lyrically inclined, I existed through time travel

My physical design, elements that are not natural

Free said "Machine, let's cook", went up, it was my absolute pleasure

You niggas know Con be contacting whenever

Niggas need a drum, niggas know the street I'm from

My heater rung, niggas knowing that I'll clap you wherever

Doc patched you together

I ain't going nowhere, nigga, I'm back forever

Still in the hood, I got my strapped in the leather

For the pressure, know I'm ready for combat whenever

I’m selling my pack, it do not matter the weather

Look, my rhyme book is considered a national treasure

They still try to slight me, do not matter my effort

Just ’cause he your favorite rapper, do not mean that he better

The Machine, bitch