Featuring: 2 Chainz

Songwriter: Conway the Machine 2 Chainz

Producer: Trizzy Williams

Lyrics from snippet

[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Yeah, mmm, hahaha
God is the greatest
He's been good to me
Yeah, look

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
I know the lord is protectin' me, but I still keep me a chopper (I got it, nigga)
Fifty up in the extendo, no weapon for niggas, that's me that's gon' prosper (Brr)
Told you the game, I'ma lock up, bust the whole Cuban link, even the lock up (Bling)
Free all the real niggas locked up, told the jeweler forty pointer the watch up
Woo, now the bitches gotta watch us (Talk to 'em), now the bitches see I levelled up (Hah)
You ain't on my level, I'ma level up (Uh), I just poured the deuce up in my 7-Up
Bitches I'm seducin' is irregular, put the bitch in Gucci, I'ma dress her up (Woo)
All this drip from Louis fill my dresser up (Cap), I can see the lord keep on blessin' us (Woo)

[Interlude: Conway the Machine]
The lord keep on blessin' us, hahaha
He's been good, yeah
Hahahaha

[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
I'm not like the rest of you niggas, I go to your hood, put a check on you, nigga
A shooter pull up, put a TEC to you, nigga, wet you, then left you a vegetable, nigga (Brr)
That ho shit you on unacceptable, nigga, I shoot like a foul, I get technical, nigga (Hah)
Yeah, even before this Corona shit, still didn't wanna be next to you, nigga (Hahahaha)
Yeah, look at my legacy, legacy (Woo), God just keep blessin' me, definitely
Yeah, fuckin' Vanessa and Stephanie, jeweler just bust the Rolex, he be blessin' me
Yeah, can't give you the rest of the recipe (Huh), bullets in the head and neck of me
Lately, I'm feelin' the hate and the jealousy, but God is my shooter, my weaponry (Woo)

[Interlude: Conway the Machine & 2 Chainz]
God is my shooter, my weaponry
Yeah, we blessed, man
Hahaha, can't you tell?
We blessed, baby
Tony

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
They say the new 'Vette like a 'Rari ('Rari), give you old game like Atari (Uh)
I use big words like the sirens, nobody hear a tree when it's fallin' in the forest, yeah (Timber)
Give me my roses, where the florist? Yeah, got the folks hooked, no chorus, yeah
Rest in peace True, word to Chuck, not Norris, now the whip not foreign, tow trucks like Morris
Got all these rings like Horry (Horry), never been me to worry (Worry)
I want the ring, the glory, let her sleep in my chain for enjoyment
If I start trappin', that's unemployment, Rolls Royce, all the assortments (Assortments)
Don't interfere with the fortress (Fortress), I leave a stain on the porches (Brr)

Conway the Machine

Demond Price (born February 16, 1982), better known by his stage name Conway the Machine, is an American MC hailing from Buffalo, New York.

He is the half-brother (same father) and frequent collaborator of Westside Gunn, with whom he forms Hall & Nash, and part of record label Griselda Records, alongside Gunn and their cousin BENNY THE BUTCHER.

Conway’s distinctive slurred voice results from complications from multiple gunshot wounds to his head and neck, suffered in 2012. The shooting left half of his face paralyzed with Bell’s Palsy, leading Conway to spit bars from the side of his mouth.