Half of It - CONWAY THE MACHINE

I’m like, «Bitch, you can’t be serious»

New Lambo truck and I’m steerin' it (Skrrt)

I showed a lot of niggas love

But that same love never get reciprocated (Uh uh)

Even when I put niggas in position, helpin' niggas get situated (I did)

Change your whole livin' situation (I did)

But that’s just what real niggas do (Uh uh)

If you my bro, you know I’ll take the shirt off my back

And I’ll give it to you (Facts)

You gotta watch 'em, it’s always a nigga you love that be stealin' from you

(Cap)

I looked in the mirror and I said, «Machine, ain’t nobody that’s realer than

you» (Woo)

My lil' brother upstate

It’s money on his phone when he wanna call home

Told him he ain’t gotta worry 'bout shit

Got a bag waitin' when my boy home

Keep my brother Goose with me

Everyday he flyest, niggas in Dior Homme (I see you, nigga)

I ain’t gon' change with my niggas

No, not for no fame or no bitches, no

I took a loss, niggas thought I was broke

When I needed niggas, them niggas ain’t show

I had to get it the best way I know

I just reminded myself I’m the GOAT

Now every ball, I get straight off the boat

Gold on my neck like I’m still sellin' dope

If I only see you when I got a show

You ain’t really my nigga, and that’s how I know

Fake love, fake love (Uh), I don’t do the fake love (Uh huh)

Talkin' down behind my back (What)

Nah, homie, that ain’t love (Talk to 'em)

I just did another show (Woo), filled another safe up (A million)

Take the stick on tour (Hah), all my niggas Drac’d up (Brr)

Look, I just stayed down and I levelled up

Look how I’m stackin' my cheddar up

VS the bezel up, got all my niggas

We standin' on couches and we fuckin' up

Bitches can’t hear that Maybach engine revvin' up

I ain’t gon' fuck if she average or regular

I make a call, brodie pickin' his FN up

I’m the Machine, I don’t see no competitors (Brr) yeah (Talk to 'em)

I make a call, brodie pickin' his FN up

I’m the Machine, I don’t see no competitors, yeah

Machine, bitch

Yeah, look what I became, nigga, hmm

Look what y’all niggas made me

Yeah, yeah, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I been so stressed out lately, nigga, you don’t even know the half of it (The

half)

My homie just finished ten years of his prison sentence, that ain’t even half

of it (Free the brodie)

I just whipped up another brick—before it even dry, sold half of it (Yeah, yeah)

The plug love me, he ain’t gotta front me, I got all his money, not half of it

(I got it all)

Got my bag up, I’m in this Raf bucket (Hah), from the hood, I never had nothing

(I never had shit)

Bought that bitch some new titties, she already had a fatty and a flat stomach

(Hahahaha)

This shit is easy as a free throw, sellin' Ps whole, I don’t bag nothin' (You

do bag up)

Gettin' money in the streets, went to my jeweler’s, spent a nigga' rap budget

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ah)

Yeah

You fuck-niggas can’t fuck with me, nigga

I’m the realest nigga I know, nigga

Ask niggas

Ask niggas how I give it up, nigga

I got to be the realest nigga in this shit

Know what I mean?

I ain’t never switched up on the bros

You know what I mean?

Teflon love for all my niggas that’s solid

Yeah

Rick Hyde

It was time, baby

We got these niggas in a chokehold right now, nigga

Yeah, gone