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Conway the Machine

Demond Price (born February 16, 1982), known professionally as Conway the Machine (or simply Conway), is an American rapper. Conway was born in Buffalo, New York, and is the older brother of Westside Gunn and cousin of frequent collaborator Benny The Butcher. more »

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Come on, let's pray, homie dear Lord
Please forgive us for all the sins
We have brought upon us
And look down upon us with forgiveness
For all the sins we will have in the future
I know You understand that
Niggas ain't perfect but we try, Lord
We try to keep our heads up in bad times
This is a bad time, show us the way
And if You can't show us the way
Then forgive us for bein' lost brrt
Brrt yeah
Ah, talk to these niggas, king
Talk to these niggas yeah, uh huh (Woo)
Look, yeah

Big ass drum on the bottom of the strap
(Fah, fah)
Somebody gettin' whacked, DrumWork, bitch
(Brr) got that DW stampеd on every slab
DrumWork, bitch (Talk to 'em)
Big ass drum on thе bottom of the strap
Somebody gettin' whacked, DrumWork, bitch
(Brr) got that DW stamped on all the slabs
DrumWork, bitch
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
DrumWork, bitch
DrumWork, bitch (Ayy) , DrumWork, bitch
DrumWork, bitch, DrumWork, bitch
DrumWork, bitch, it's DrumWork, bitch (yeah)

We livin' in an unfortunate times (Uh, huh)
Before I recorded a line, I snorted a line
(Sniff) bitch on the internet tryna say
Her daughter was mine (What?)
That's like me goin' to
A restaurant orderin' swine (Ha ha ha)
Niggas that pocket watch never offered a dime
(Not at all) my grass is greener on this
Side 'cause I'm waterin' mine
I'm God in my bitch's eyes
I'm sort of divine (Uh, huh)
Ayo, Big Ghost, send me a batch, bro
It's slaughterin' time
I spit it for the real niggas, if you solid
Salutations (For real, nigga)
In my city
Niggas'll clip you for a violation
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
I was waitin' for my turn to come, yeah
I was patient (Uh, huh)
That's when I just said "F*ck it
" and I decided to take it (Woo)
A product of my environment, the bottom
The basement (Uh, huh)
Some conditions I grew up
With was highly hellacious
Apartment not even spacious
I jump out of the spaceship
One hundred thousand my bracelet
(Talk to 'em) that bitch said she don't suck
No dick, oh, you wildin', you basic
(Oh, you buggin')
Now I don't answer back her texts
And I got a replacement (Ha)
A hunnid thou' to see me rock on them stages
People line up 'cause they
Gotta see greatness
Multimillionaire from the shit that I
Jot on these pages (Uh, huh)
Most of these niggas just
Replicatin' the operation (Woo)
So that mean these new rappers
Merely just my creation (Those my sons)
It's safe to say that I
Exceeded all my calculations
(I did it big, nigga)
So tell me "Congratulations, " bitch (Ha)

Big ass drum on the bottom of the strap
(Fah, fah)
Somebody gettin' whacked, DrumWork, bitch
(Brr) got that DW stamped on every slab
DrumWork, bitch (Talk to 'em)
Big ass drum on the bottom of the strap
Somebody gettin' whacked, DrumWork, bitch
(Brr) got that DW stamped on all the slabs
DrumWork, bitch
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
DrumWork, bitch
DrumWork, bitch (Ayy) , DrumWork, bitch
DrumWork, bitch, DrumWork, bitch
DrumWork, bitch, it's DrumWork, bitch
(Ah haha)

Yeah, haha
You know you niggas still can't f*ck with me
Nigga i done let off the gas a lil' bit, hmm
They still can't catch up to this shit, nigga

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