Conway the Machine

Released: June 21, 2020

Featuring: Eminem

Songwriter: Beat Butcha Daringer Conway the Machine Eminem

Producer: Daringer Beat Butcha

[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Yeah (Brr), uh
(Brr, brr, brr)
(Brr, brr, brr)
Machine
(Brr)
It's not a game, nigga (Brr, brr)
It’s not a fuckin' game, nigga (Brr, brr, brr)
Look, look

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Ayo, I use the Arm & Hammer just to fluff my brick
Say what I wanna say and I don't give a fuck, I’m rich (Ahh)
Tuck my fifth, don't hesitate to bust my shit
I tell you niggas like Kyrie, "Suck my dick" (Hahahaha)
I don't trust a soul, I don't even trust my bitch (Uh-uh)
Before I fall in love, I'd rather cut my wrist (Ahh)
I sweat Ace of Spades, nigga, that's how much I sip
Body a rap nigga quick before the Dutch got twist
(Ayo, let's roll somethin')
Yeah, the shotty ring, this shit is not a thing (Uh-huh)
The chopper make your body lean, my niggas body things (Brr)
Uh, I’m with the jackboys, I’m with the robbin' team (Uh-huh)
On my mama, I never rocked a pair of Robin jeans (Hahahaha)
Everything I jot is mean, how you gon’ stop Machine?
My name, it probably ring like Las Vegas slot machines
The MAC by my pelvis in my Helmut Lang (Uh-huh)
The shells'll bang, make everything outta your helmet hang
Uh, the mayo jar was Hellmann's when I swirled the 'caine
Then I wrapped the yayo up in cellophane (Woo)
My shooter got Dame Lillard from the elbow aim
I thought of that while I was courtside at the Melo game (Ahh)
Bricks are off-white, I imported some (Uh-huh)
Whippin’ all night until the mornin' come (All night, nigga)
Still pitchin' long nights until my fortune come
That's big checks on the side like the Off-White Jordan 1s, ugh!

[Chorus: Conway the Machine]
Ayo, they think this shit a game, nigga (This shit a game, nigga)
Ayo, they think this shit a game (This shit a game, oh word?)
Ayo, they think this shit a game
Until I pull up, let it ring (Let it ring)
Until I pull up, let it ring (Let it ring)
Until I pull up, let it ring
Ayo, they think this shit a game, nigga (This shit a game, nigga)
Ayo, they think this shit a game (This shit a game, huh?)
Ayo, they think this shit a game
Until I pull up, let it bang, nigga (Let it bang, nigga)
Until I pull up, let it bang (Let it bang)
Until I pull up, let it–

[Verse 2: Eminem]
I used to be a man of the people
Hit the clubs and mingle (What up?)
Used to dream one day I'd be fuckin' pink like a flamingo (P!nk)
That was back when I smoked Canibus (What?)
Man, but it was tough, 'cause I was a fan of his
So it sucked to hand him his ass, but
Yeah, lookin' back on my feuds
How me and Ja Rule almost got cool
'Cause we shot pool back in '01
Was it '02? I don't know, but
Something told me fuckin' not to
Then we got stuck in high school
I shoved an Oscar up his wazoo
Yeah, shout to Puffy Combs, but fuck Revolt
Y'all are like a fucked up remote (Ha-ha)
Now I get it why our button's broke
'Cause you press him but he don't do nothing though (Damn it)
'Specially when it comes to punches thrown
You motherfuckers keep wantin' smoke
So the blunt is rolled, take another toke
Of the spliff and inhale
'Cause all you're gonna get is an "L,"
And smoked like a fuckin' roach
So we don't got nothing in common, not even a fuckin' cold
Or nasal issue if it comes to blows
Wasted tissue, tell this journalist
Stick to the stuff he knows
Like always runnin' from Migos
Here a mic, there a mic, everywhere a mic
Share and share alike, but just don't compare alike
Instead of comparin' me, pick a fair fight
Compare me to lightnin', that similarity's strikin'
Compare me to Jaws
Compare me to Manson, Marilyn or Charles
Compare me to Nas, Biggie, or Pac
Do not compare me to that Iggy bitch
Or all this fuckin' Milli Vanilli hip-hop
This is where all that silly shit stops
Compare me to the pistol that triggered this thought
The semi, the Glock, 9 millis get cocked
I'm sendin' a shot, don't come around
With them floss raps tryna stunt
Compare me to Meek, big wheelies get popped
One by one
Compare 'em to scabs, I'm pickin' them off
Then goin' home to fuck Nicki Minaj, aw
Compare me to Diggedy-Das, yah
I'm hickity-hittin' it raw, ha
In a beat up trailer, now
Shady meets Griselda
Yeah, we linked up and we inked a deal
I got a beast, I will leash Godzilla
How can we be so hella—copped a motherfuckin' attitude
I'm gonna need propellers
The chopper, the Machine Gun killer
Gunn and The Machine, the simi—larities
Stop there between Kelly and Conway
But fuck that little blond bitch too
RIP Mac Miller
But come and get it if you think that shit a—

[Chorus: Conway the Machine]
Ayo, they think this shit a game, nigga (This shit a game, nigga)
Ayo, they think this shit a game (This shit a game, oh word?)
Ayo, they think this shit a game
Until I pull up, let it ring (Let it ring)
Until I pull up, let it ring (Let it ring)
Until I pull up, let it ring
Ayo, they think this shit a game, nigga (This shit a game, nigga)
Ayo, they think this shit a game (This shit a game, huh?)
Ayo, they think this shit a game
Until I pull up, let it bang, nigga (Let it bang, nigga)
Until I pull up, let it bang (Let it bang)
Until I pull up, let it–

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.

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