8 Birds - CONWAY THE MACHINE

Hey yo, I grew up where it’s poverty struck, gotta be nuts

Tryna slide on us, the choppers a bust, body get struck

Shotty tucked, bakin soda just so my product can fluff

Breaking bricks down like karate was like a hobby to us

Woah… its like you pussy niggas ain’t learn

So imma show you how a bullet from the K burn

Homie fucked up his pack already, nah, say word

He broke early in the season, Gordon Hayward

Erry bar raw, its like eight birds

And I didn’t write a word

This shit is showtime like when Magic played Bird

You can’t relate if you ain’t never stood on a curb

Scrape the sides after I stretch it and get all the extras

Mac with the compressor sittin on the dresser

I’m applying all the pressure, I am the aggressor

Send my dog to, lay you on a stretcher

I don’t fuck with rappers, they can’t get a verse from me

Rocking Off White shit that Virgil sent me personally

I could sent a shooter through and have you merked for me

Niggas don’t want problems, they wanna work for me

Yay sit in the pan, Bape shit in Japan

If I know the nigga snake I don’t shake the nigga hand

I be going ape shit when this K sit in my hand

You’ll need an operation when I spray shit, nigga scram

I swear I’m in a hell of a zone

Flood the paddock with yellow stones, you can tell that I’m on

I ain’t drop an album yet but I’m a legend, it’s shown

Coulda been worse, I could be callin from the jail on the phone

Even when I’m by myself I got the strap so I ain’t never alone

Don’t make me hit you in yo head with this chrome

Ain’t a rapper on my level, it’s known

I mash the Ferrari pedal, I’m gone, Machine bitch, ahh!