Bone and The Machine (feat. Conway The Machine)

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Zack Bone

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The fame and the clout I never cared About I did two shows for a Hundred, that's a fair
Amount Maybach from Jenny to Walter, you know my whereabouts
The ones responsible for all those bodies y'all been hearing bout
Niggas had the Za trap and the Heroin house And made more Weekly than a doctor make yearly

Off his salary, uh, I'm rocking Amiri Out the factory, Mike personally Sending packs to me
Yeah, these niggas still copying waves Stealing my drip but them niggas Never rock it the same
Boy thought he was gangster until he got shot in his braids
You know we crashing out, if ever you hopout of your lane
Pulled up the ? to see ? and copped Me some haze
Nigga lost half his leg when he was Shot with a gauge
Rock a lot of chains in Atlanta, I Stopped at the flame
Conway, y'all know the name, pussy

Everybody talk until it's time to get it Cracking
Are you really bout that shit that You Be talking when you rapping?
If you try to call my bluff, I double Back and have to clap him
All these motherfucking problems
If you want them, you can have them
Look, everybody bluffing
Most these dudes is really acting They ain't really bout the shit
That they be talking
They just capping
Go ahead and f*ck em up
They call their homies up to back em
If those pussies wanted problems, You bet their ass they bout to have Em

Knew at an early age, get product And make a play
Half-ass it and meet the grave
So I learned from them evil ways
Entraped, but still beat the case Matter of fact, I was probably late
Extra lap, if that's what it take to Surpass
All the fucking hate

That
Really came from me If I'm just Keeping it honest
I had to learn before I speak, is it Making sense or a profit?
When everything is 'bout the beef Shit starts to bleed out your wallet
Cause you'll be spending more on Heat than what you do on deposits

And what you really doing But just Stalking a grown man
Who really just a coward and needs t
To die by his own hand
Go home and roll some flower Think an hour about your plan
You still wanna get em ate? Grab that Biscuit and go ham

Everybody tough until it's time to get It cracking
Are you really bout that shit
That you be talking when you Rapping
If you try to call my bluff I double Back and have to clap him
All these motherfucking problems If you want them, you can have them

Look, everybody bluffing Most these Dudes is really acting
They ain't really bout the shit That They be talking
They just capping Go ahead and f*ck Em up
They call they homies up to back em If those pussies wanted problems
You bet their ass they bout to have Em
Look, I promise you
Every single bit of shit I'm spitting is Meticulous
The rhythm is consistent as the Bitches is I really try my best to just Refrain from any
Simple shit
You better wear a vest when sending
Shots up where my business is
My homies drop assists and known For steals like Scottie Pippen is
I'm Michael fucking Jordan
I've been GOATed by the witnesses
I wrote it as I spit the shit
You know it, give your bitch a kiss
This poetry turn intimacy
She blow me while she listening They see me say that's him again
They know they only benefit
From showing me respect
And keeping my name clean as these Benjamin's
Got girls who love to send a friend
Relief like acetaminophen
Competing like there's 10 of em
Just me so I ain't simping then
I started and I'm ending
With the same shit you pretend to Get This rhyme scheme way too Intricate
The devil I'm befriending it This Motherfucker tell me
He can show me bout this business Shit But I don't need his help
I'm at your neck life scarfs at Christmas is

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