BMG Lyrics – Conway the Machine

Read the full BMG lyrics by Conway the Machine along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Conway the Machine’s music, you can also explore Parisian Nights and Hold Back Tears, two other songs by Conway the Machine.

[Intro]
Yeah
Look

[Verse]
They wanna know, is Machine in the peak of his prime or he in decline?
They seeking to find creases in my recent design
Gotta just read between the lines, you can see through the lies
The evil inside ’em get threatened when I’m speaking my mind
Been looking for peace of mind, but they want pieces of mine, but fu*k ’em
It’s war time, it ain’t no peace in my mind (Woo)
Was scattered in a million pieces, who gon’ put together pieces of mine? (Ha)
Like twenty chains, all them pieces is mine
Reach for the sky, yeah (Talk to these n!ggas, king)
But while you reaching for your piece, I’m squeezing mines, that’s the reason you died
It’s funny ’cause n!ggas wanna see you dead, but they need you alive
For that thing you provide that keep ’em inspired
They say, “Machine, you motivated me to decide
To get on these beats and just rhyme” (Ha)
I think of the times we was doing illegal crimes just so we can survive
Now I’m in France spending my leisure time drinking this wine (Haha)
N!ggas wanted the lion’s share, the biggest piece of the pie
Probably the reason why lately you can see the divide
Let’s go back to 2016 when I signed to Shady Records
Even Em told you Machine was that guy (Ha)
I’m the god, but when it’s demon time, the heathens‘ll slide
Album a heater with no big-name features on mines either (Woo)
No viral moment, I just went pyro on it (Ha)
Went and got the Lam’ wrapped, I went gyro on ’em (Haha)
Around that time when they careers started to spiral on ’em (Ha)
All I did was get these beats and go psycho on ’em (Okay)
And fu*k with me when I seen how evil love can be (Uh-huh)
Backed into a corner and life was tryna Golovkin me, yo (Triple G)
I say I’m blessed, they say it’s luck, well, s*it, lucky me
Rolls-Royce Cullinan same color as bubble tea
Probably see me creeping with a b!tch leaving the DoubleTree (Okay)
Pistol on my hip, these n!ggas plotting never trouble me (Haha)

There’s n!ggas that exist that got a spot and it’s because of me (I know)
You couldn’t get a cent out of a label with your fu*kery (Don’t ask us)
Griselda kicked the door off of the hinges and now it’s lovely, huh? (S*it looking good for you, right?)
Yeah, the Black man is God (Ha), huh, the Black man is God (Talk to ’em)
Is that man your boss? I will backhand his jaw (Woo)
Used to be the trap man, used to sack grams of raw
Shooting at your windshield, hollow caps slam his car (Facts, pah-pah-pah-pah-pah-pah)
Uh, the Black man is God, the Black man is God (Ha)
I’m the gift to my whole city, boy, the Black Santa Claus, yeah
Black Lam’ like I’m pulling up in Batman car (Vroom)
Uh, the Black man is God
Dog S*it Louie, shout out to my n!gga Sauce, yeah (What up, twin?)

[Outro]
Damn, haha, I mean damn, n!gga
I know that s*it gotta hurt
Think about it like this
N!gga was somewhere on May Street, bullets stuck in my neck
Half my face paralyzed, haha
But somehow I still took it where I took it, did what I did
I look good, right?