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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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It's us, never them, everybody eatin'
Pull up on the whip, everybody squeezin'
Pull it from the hip,  everybody leakin'
Pull up off the strip, ain't nobody breathin'
It's us, never them, everybody eatin'
(EBE, nigga eBE bA)
It's us, never them, everybody eatin'

Yo (Yo, uh) yeah
Don't compare me to these poindexters (Nah)
Different cloth, we ain't the same texture
A heart beyond measure (yeah)
Use the digi scales when the grams measure
I hit my mans, he gonna toss extras
(What's up, my nigga?)
EBE on a gold necklace
(Facts) , I did with no effort (Nah)
Circle the block and then I spray reckless
(Skrrt) make sure you leave everybody on
His mother's porch breathless
Finish ya dinner or it becomes breakfast
Shit
Shout out to Monsta, that's my right hand
(yeah) but if he ever tell then I'm
Chopping off his right hand (Facts)
I hope he do the same to me
Exactly to the same degree (yeah)
Because we took a oath and
Ain't no changing me
I banged the 3-80 dangerously
While I'm hanging out the sunroof (Uh, huh)
With baby nine, I be so coofed
You ever went to CID? Told a bunch
Of lies with the drugs boofed
Catch you at the bar, all
I heard was yellin', "Don't shoot"
(Don't shoot)
The intersection you'll be stretched over
(yeah)
I f*ck the bitches that you stressed over
(Facts) walked in the living room
Seen ya son fort then I stepped over
Go in the kitchen eatin' leftovers
I cop pounds and I stretch yola
It's a business move (yeah)
Croly Street was like a business school
(Eastside)
Weight it all out and count every dollar
It's the principle (yeah)
Because all mistakes is intentional badd

It's us, never them, everybody eatin'
Pull up on the whip, everybody squeezin'
Pull it from the hip, everybody leakin'
Pull up off the strip, ain't nobody breathin'
It's us, never them, everybody eatin'
(EBE, nigga eBE bA)
It's us, never them, everybody eatin'

Griselda (Griselda)
Look, if you ain't got no body
We are not the same (Nah)
If you ain't never shot nobody
This is not your lane
F'n on me bitch, this shit is not no game
(Boom, boom, boom) wig shot
My young niggas come and pop your brain
(Haa) we was in the hood
Sellin' straight drop cocaine
We got the mop
We got the thirty-shot Glocks to aim (Rraah)
We got the drop, you got the blocks
So then the robbers came (Uh, huh)
The choppers bang
Shit sound like a helicopter came (Brrr)
I push the Lambo truck, my bitch
She rock the range (Cap)
Colorful stones on my neck
I feel like Dr strange (Hhahahahahahaha)
We gettin' money, I can not complain (Uh, uh)
Two hundred for the Richard Millie
And the watch was plain
Yeah, I'm out on Collins in a drop Mussane
(Cap) pole on the back seat
That bitch can drop a plane (Uh, huh)
Trackin' the package
Pray to God that the boxes came
(I pray to God)
Everybody eat, I cop a chain
My brother got the same (Talk to 'em)
Machine

It's us, never them, everybody eatin'
Pull up on the whip, everybody squeezin'
Pull it from the hip, everybody leakin'
Pull up off the strip, ain't nobody breathin'
It's us, never them, everybody eatin'
(EBE, nigga eBE bA)
It's us, never them, everybody eatin'

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