Machines Songtext
von G Herbo feat. Conway the Machine

Look, home at the Wims, don′t even comb my hair
The bitches smell the money, when I walk in, they noise is flared (Ha)
Came from the bottom, shit, I barely had clothes to wear
So give me my roses while I'm here
Bitch, it′s only fair (Give me my flowers)
You know how niggas rockin' over here
Lil' bro just caught his eighth body
Before he made it to his Kobe year (Shit)
Shit, nigga (Made it to twenty-four, yeah)
That nigga caught eight bodies
Before he made it to his Kobe year (Brr)
COVID here and everybody masked up
It took six niggas six hours, just to bag up (Talk to ′em)
Hold my glass up, sippin′ Cruige in a Maybach truck
A real boss gon' make sure all his peoples got they bag up
(Get it in your bag, nigga)
You talk the hardest niggas out
My name get definitely brought up (Ha) But it′s deeper than rap
Take my racks and invest into stardom (Woo)
When you rich and you black
You become a threat, when you smart enough (Talk)
My nigga died while writin' this verse
Like my heart ain′t dark enough
Shit, made my heart hard enough (Shit)
Draco put them niggas on spin cycle
We wash 'em up (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
My wrist cost a buck, them bricks bought from us
The big dawg my pups
Got switch on the Glocks, they lift off and bust (Ha)
They say imitation a form of flattery (Aha)
Machine get on a beat, it′s assault and battery (Hahaha)
They're gettin' so much money, my old bitches is mad at me (Ha)
For how I put my new bitch in gallery
Change the salary (Let′s get it)


Poppin′ ecstasy, addy, 'cause I wasn′t tryna sleep
Where I come from, at average, was all savagery
Now the mansions is lavish, I want a half a B
Circumstances was bad, and my bitch as bad as me (You know that)
Bro died for an 8-Ball, he worth a half a key (Damn)
His mama still live on the Ave', I still ride past and see (What up?)
How she doin′? In my hood, I got influence
Murder one, I drunk a four
And took a Xan, it made me crash the V (Phew)
Niggas talkin' ′bout I'm greedy, I was the last to eat
Black gloves and ski masks, that used to last a week (For real)
A week straight, heart was filled with grief and hate (No bap)
Shit I been through, lawyer want a hundred K
That's a cheap case (Let′s get it)
Took a loss and missed a show, they want another date
My moms trippin′ 'bout the rent
She like two months late (Two months late)
I got right back in them trenches, what you mean?
This′ll never end, this cycle, my landlord was a fiend, nigga (Nigga)
Get out the way when I see red
'Cause you green, nigga (′Cause you green, nigga)
Game seven, I was locked in with my team, nigga (Let's get a dub)
Played my position, crunch time, I was great at that
Spray that goddamn layback and Maybach, I got a rate at that
Herb a faker, a created player, never heard of that
Now I′m major, but I still'll lay down for that murder rap (Shh)
Was exhausted, missed a couple bosses, ain't deserve to nap
All we know is fak′, fak′, fak', fak′, fak' and get that murder back
But, I′m calm now
Hit my knees and start prayin' with my palms out (I shake)
I′m a leader and they want me to be strong now
Reachin' for the skies, I can't put my arms down (Never)
Glizzy in my left hand, can′t put my arm down (Not never)
God with me, ′cause I'm alive, devil on my side (Still outside)
Daydreamin′ while I drive, got me in a trance
Since my brain got advanced, I can't trust my friends (Damn)
I′d kill my mans