Lyrics Conway The Machine – Dead Bodies
Text:
Yeah… (brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr)
Know how it go, nigga
This just an introduction
Something special is about to happen, I told y’all
Machine bitch, my name on a legendary level
Uh, ’cause the flow is exceptionally special
The VS, Sky Dweller, the necessary bezel
Drop the bag to Killa Tone, he will definitely wet you (green light)
Yeah, that’s just the loose change though
I’m comfortable on them same blocks where you can’t post
And lately I been flowing like I ain’t too sane though
Race to the top, watch me turn into Usain Bolt, whoa (talk to ’em)
We kept it grimy
Now these niggas trying to jump in my crew lane
The only difference is you ain’t dope (ha!)
Behind the tints on the Muslanne, my new chain glow
And every nigga in my crew ain’t broke, yo
I swear I used to move ‘caine when Benny was calling himself 2 chains
This was a few years before 2 Chainz
No disrespect to 2 Chainz though (huh)
I’m just spitting the facts so when niggas listen
They can’t say the truth ain’t spoke
Shot in my head, homie, but I’m rapping like I got a new brain
Plus, I get the kind of money you can’t gross (ha!)
The mighty GxF scream it ’til I no longer breathe a breath (uh huh)
Get you hit with 3 in chest for a ki or less (boom boom boom!)
Hah, razor ya face, take a piece of flesh
They want me on freshman cover, but I’m a seasoned vet (haha)
I know niggas hated to see me progress
Yeah, you see I’m back talking arrogant
My brother got a problem with niggas I’m taking care of it (facts)
Road to success in the Benz and West is steering it
I’m in the passenger seat, airing shit (brrrrrrrr), I swear it
That’s my word to the letters on back of my shirt in Arabic
Told you when I drop Reject you better cherish it
Might bust down a Rollie with double digit karats in
They know this kind of flow they can’t compare to it
Got my bitch courtside at The Q watching LeBron kill the Spurs
I ain’t into furs, but got the chinchilla his and hers (woo!)
One of the illest penning words that you niggas heard
Every bar dope, equivalent to the shit I serve
Head on collision with death, homie I didn’t swerve (uh huh)
If this rap shit don’t work I can go get a bird
Number one question they ask, is G.O.A.T. dropping next?
Mural in Sydney Australia, and I ain’t drop it yet
When I got shot in my neck I told ’em I was next
They thought I was bugging, now they giving me my respect
Old bitches say I’m Hollywood since I got a check
Niggas’ favorite rappers I gotta check
Second most question I get asked is why Hot97 ain’t had me body Flex
Yeah, probably ’cause I’m a threat
Might knock down the building like one of Osama jets (woo!)
Run through every rapper ’til ain’t nobody left
Give ’em the drum ’til ain’t nothing in the shottie left (brrrrrrrr)
Nothing but fucking dead bodies left, Machine
You know what’s up, nigga
Straight like that pussy, yeah
(Griselda…)
«New at 11, new details about one of the most notorious drug dealers… Griselda Blanco.»
«Killed anyone who got in her way.»
«He had actually been chasing the ghost of Griselda for a decade.»
«Griselda never showed on the uh, radar
Name was mentioned, but was never physically seen by any of us.»
Album
Conway The Machine – Conway The Machine - Reject On Steroids
