Conway the Machine - 187th Chamber

[Verse] Look, look My nigga sold all kinda raw But if you got it and we ain't got it We kicking down your momma door I'm big homie my youngins'll catch a homi for Had red dots on your face like Lonzo Ball Whip a gellato then I call These niggas is just a lot of talk Pop up on niggas like lotto balls Like what's popping, hollow tips popping off And I ain't stopping 'til I see bodies fall Left Shade 45 pulled the Mazi off When them niggas want a beat bodied, I get called I just gotta call my young nigga He gon' pop shotty off Hit yo' knee cap, knock it off I'm a boss You know them verses got a cause I took the blood bottoms off now I rock the Kors I jot it raw When I write it I'm fucking psychotic yall Niggas ain't fucking with me, not at all Uh, I'm a legend I swear I'm from the hood, boy, you never was there All that trappin in your raps but You ain't never measure a square Christian Lou in my closet nigga several a pair Don't ever compare me to a nigga with Different color dreads in his hair Uppercut his head in the air Drop numbers like 23 for the pelicans, yeah I promise it's been a hell of a year Yeah, you know it's the Machine I'm Kobe with the rings What the fuck is mumble rap? I ain't know it was a thing You bitches on my dick now they noticing the bling I'ma just make 'em fuck all the homies on the team Trying to get my niggas rich get 'em paid Kill the game then piss on it's grave Yeah, the four fifth it'll raise Quick then I empty the whole clip in his waves Machine nigga