[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]

What's up nigga?

Machine bitch, look

Hold up

Shotty pup, bodies drop

Broad day

Fuck who outside let everybody watch

Might start robbing niggas, take everybody's watch

Watch, these niggas got' respect me or they're getting shot

I’m your favorite rapper's nightmare

Candyman, say my name on your records nigga I'm right there

Now they're quite scared

Knife slice through your windpipe there

Leave your windpipe with a slight tear

Got your blood on my Yeezy, the orange stripe pair

I'm only here to apply pressure and strike fear

In the heart of these fuck niggas, what's up nigga?

You already know you can't fuck with us

Shooters with red rags on like Rambo

Get guns drumming 'til they're out of ammo

Wig shot, blow out your candle

Hide a nigga dead body right inside the [?]

Hold up

[Sample]

You headed north or south?

(North)

Aw jump in

I'll make sure you're headed in the right direction

[Verse 2: [?]]

Ey yo it’s getting spooky for niggas

And you get smoked like a loose for niggas

But I'm cool

Upper cut like Ryu I'm still bucking at [?] foods

Spending money and I'm wavier than typhoons

Hit your bitch from the side view

Her pussy was sweeter than Hi-Chews

Get popped through the drive-thru

Your bitch told me the ice cream machine was down

So I drove around and shot the manager, I panicked

I was famished so I went and got a chicken sandwich

Dammit

Then we spent out

Back to the crib with the shag rug and pimp couch

I watched SpongeBob for six hours

The bitch mad cause she say I made her miss Power

I cussed her out with some lit sour

These shows don't be on shit don't miss ours

This a style from my fifth album

I'm on ten get your shit but bitch

You can pop with his friends and them it depends how I'm feeling

[Sample]

Why are you pushing me?

(What did you say?)

I said why are you pushing me I haven't done anything to you

(First of all I ask the questions)

[Verse 3: [?]]

Hey yo these new niggas I don't understand them

I'm from the [?]

Smack DVDs an alternate breed

Never could I be a trashy nigga for figures

Hell I figured being the realest the only route

Puffing an ounce bumping down and out

Thinking damn how did Pam get the Lambo?

A ghetto power with passion to say more

I upped the ticket on the art like say more

And now niggas pay me shit ain't no places I can't go

Paid the dues with interest I'm on some G shit

I kept it humble throughout the travels

Now I'm free from the shackles

This rapper shit I will tackle

Put that on the power that we pay to our tabernacles

Grind 'til I cop the castle

Counting cash ain't a hassle

Me that leaves sixty to pass through shit

It's quite apparent that I never panic

My niggas focused like they're Ford branded

From the hood to where its hot and sandy

Shit

I pray I see the pearly gates before I hit the pearly gates

I can't go out like I'm Mase

Dare a nigga lay a hand on my sage

I ain't having it

I earned my paper boy

Might have caught me in Atlanta fooling them

And it's me and the coalition commission

All my niggas was president except for Swisher and Nixon

Speaking of Swisher let me get back into the twisting

And now we turn while you niggas listen

Listen

[Sample]

Did he kill them all?

I could have told you

[?] the law

Out here its me

Don't push it

Don't push it, I'll give you a war you'll pay for

Let it go

Let it go