Machine, Man & Monster - Conway, CZARFACE

Yeah

You know what the fuck it is nigga

Machine nigga, Czarface nigga

Yo, uh, uh

Look (Look) Look (Look)

Look

Catch you at the red light (nigga)

Pop you in the head twice

In the hood playing cee-lo with the red dice (look)

Free my nigga doing fed life

Cross the mall get your shin broke

Factory rims on the Benz, woah

We all eating none of my friends broke

Fuckboy get outta pocket Mac-10 smoke (look)

Sell the drop let the brick fly

Whip it, sit it on a napkin let the shit dry

Remember spraying up the block while my bitch drive

My youngin my killer is in my gen, aye

East side nigga we don’t let shit slide

If we can’t get to you then your bitch die

Niggas know how I do it

Go head play stupid pussy nigga you gon leak fluid

Well I get it I say

Yeah turn me up some

Well I get it I say

In another part of the city at that certain brownstone we find

I take that pistol they holding

Put that shit to they dome and

Look at this as an omen

You hear that click now get going

When that pictures in motion

You feel that sinister joke and

You think I resurrect the Heath then hire Christopher Nolan

I just keep the whip clean like an Uber driver

Rappers fall back like a SCUBA diver

Who’s live-r, Larry when I talk trash

Walk away finger up drained it off glass

Class is in session, peasants kneel

Heavy record got the feel of the seventh seal

Heavy sketch like a Bill Sienkiewicz steel

Heavy swing like Jackie on Ebbets Field

Used to ride flow had a low sale

Flipped for the children on my coattails

Bars locked it down like there’s no bail

My words make a mark like I wrote braille

(Record scratching)

Well I get it II say

Turn me up some

Yeah

Meanwhile a few blocks away

They say you don’t love it

If you can’t leave it in a heart beat

Cash is king I’m snatching everything in arms reach

Pardon me, y’all in my way

Say it’s all about the Benjamins and women friends

Call it a day

It’s the feeling like the best sex ever

Roll your eyes back

Moment you come down to earth you need that high back

I been there, rainy days, eighth of the haze

Ran the route, caught the ball, that the play of the game

See my young g’s falling trying to play it the same

Get money, catch a body how you making your name

Shame

Loyalty is for those who did the bid with me

Take care of my wife and my kids if, they dare get me

Models and bottles on the wake up

Straight face, no makeup

I catch back pains holding my weight up, straight up

Put them on hold cause the paper calling

Full time with the grind keep a hater talking

Well I get it I say

Yeah, yeah, yeah, wassup

This is what it is like (yeah, alright)