Rex Ryan (feat. Westside Gunn & Roc Marciano) - Conway The Machine/Westside Gunn.mp3

[00:01.587][Verse 1: Conway]
[00:25.337]The yak in my cup, the MAC is tucked, what
[00:28.843]I'm Sticky on Bacdafucup
[00:30.841]I keep the blinky since
[00:32.086]Them niggas clapped my truck up
[00:34.344]The wax had me gagging after one puff
[00:37.588]I remember bagging jums up
[00:39.336]Now it's a half of one stuffed in the trunk
[00:41.343]I stack my funds up
[00:43.594]Call my savage and have his gun bust
[00:46.340]Then they find you wrapped in plastic in a dump truck
[00:49.089]****, only built Diadoras
[00:52.343]I pull up with a bitch, they thought it was Rita Ora
[00:55.092]My lil' head buster keep his tool ringing off
[00:57.844]Got two bodies this summer
[00:59.589]He said he needs some more
[01:01.087]Highest grade marijuana
[01:02.585]Directly from the farmer
[01:04.089]My enemies is all goners, guess it was karma
[01:07.336]Trauma, four keys in your baby mom's Elantra
[01:10.092]Big ass gun like something out of Contra
[01:13.342]Uh, don't make me spray a nigga
[01:16.336]Bodies drop if I okay it, nigga
[01:18.847]You know how I play it, nigga
[01:21.091]Red October Ye' a nigga
[01:22.589]Loud moving slow I had to yay it, nigga
[01:26.348]Still ill when I write it
[01:28.092]When they don't name me top five I feel slighted
[01:30.837]Niggas be talking but when I'm around they real quiet
[01:33.842]You can pray to Jesus all you want
[01:35.834]You still dying, mother****er
[01:37.332][Verse 2: Westside Gunn]
[01:37.835]Ayo, this the second coming of Christ
[01:40.339]Hervé Léger flight jacket, MAC on sight
[01:43.347]All red Geiger's on, stomp you to death
[01:46.094]Yeah, you got designers but you rocking it left
[01:49.091]Need a new plug, prices getting outrageous
[01:52.095]Shot the thirty off, my nigga wasn't even aiming
[01:55.339]Pink lemonade Porsche Cayman
[01:57.343]Low Margiela's looking like a nigga painting
[02:00.340]Patience a virtue, my youngins'll murk you
[02:03.346]Ink on the Balmain blazer and the shirt too
[02:06.338]Shotgun like Peyton
[02:08.335]The Flygod but the all red Yeezy boot's Satan
[02:11.089]Eyes out, gloves on weighing
[02:18.385]Cameras on every light pole, woah!
[02:19.593]Life's so great they say a nigga sold his soul
[02:20.844]Praying Rex get us a Super Bowl
[02:22.095]Bust out the gate
[02:23.340]The wrist froze from flipping O's
[02:25.092][Verse 3: Roc Marciano]
[02:25.851]You know the rules
[02:26.590]Let the jewels go smooth
[02:29.345]They never should have sold you dudes Pro Tools
[02:32.590]These old dudes let the hoes choose
[02:35.585]Nigga your shoes is overused
[02:37.840]I hear the fat lady singing that bitch can hold a tune
[02:40.589]It's been said I'm god in the flesh, I had to show and prove (show and prove, god)
[02:44.340]My sneakers is literally from Italy
[02:46.836]Leaned on the 'caine, thought it was muscular dystrophy
[02:49.846]A hundred shots your Hilfiger look like a fricassee
[02:53.099]Who you think you Mr. T? Mitch Green?
[02:56.346]Or the new Richard Roundtree? (Please)
[02:58.841]You found in Queens with your shit twisted like it was ground beef
[03:02.958]A few niggas in town grieved
[03:05.469]Variegated paint on the i8
[03:08.720]Obviously you see that I ate
[03:11.211]Don't think I'm like these other rap niggas 'cause I ain't
[03:13.720]I'm pie rated, you got pie in your face
[03:17.713]Denim in supplies for flyweights
[03:20.215]You can't buy taste, we looking at you sideways