Conway the Machine - Blakk Tape

[Intro] Yeah (yeah) Turn that shit up some Nah mean? I want to feel it in my soul my nigga Gotta give these niggas that gospel ya feel me Machine, bitch Griselda, nigga You know what I hate though? It's always one of you bum ass niggas that be talking all wreckless like ya'll niggas really live that life Like ya'll niggas really bout that, nigga Put one of you niggas on a t-shirt nigga For real nigga I'm from the hood nigga [Verse 1: Conway the Machine] All I see is bodies Everybody that got a body where I'm from Get a strap from somebody, there's probably a body on the gun My little shooters will body anybody under the sun One nigga mention my name Everybody getting the drum, for fun Look I don't let a fuck nigga by me Cuz they just wanna be under a King, like Kyrie Niggas took the Love out the game like Olynyk So use your head, nigga, before you get a hole in it. (for real) 50 shot fold ups, I unload the shit Had niggas running and ducking and jumping over shit I pull up on you, it's over with In one year, I watched my brother take over shit G-Star Raw, Balmain moto shit Hibachi filet and shrimp, my Kyoto dish Your Cuban hollow, your Rollie tick I'm doing drive-bys dolo, I'm a soloist! Even if it's broad day outside, I'm still letting off the K outside Nigga I'm shooting like Klay outside Cuz everyday a nigga's gun spray outside And I ain't trying to lay outside I'm from the hood where the G's sell yay-outside It could be 4 in the morning, nigga they outside Kick his door down, rob the nigga barefaced Blow his fitted on the back hall staircase Nas' baby mama got the scared face She gonna take me to their safe You ain't a fly nigga, everything you wear fake Rocking Fashion Rebels letterman, the sleeves are rare snake My dawg got a rackateer case Taking it to trial, I hope he get a fair shake And you rap niggas disgust me One of the illest out, you've gotta discuss me Good kid, but I let the streets corrupt me Fuck around, your life gonna come to an end abruptly I'm that nigga I must be Fuck a bitch once, and now she trying to cuff me You ain't a shooter, you're gun dusty Black tape on the handle, the .38 rusty (Pow pow pow [Outro] Fuck these niggas talking about? Ayo Daringer man, I got these niggas, man Conway the Machine, S-E Gang nigga, Griselda Bitch You know how I do, you know how I play, Westside what's popping nigga Yeah, yeah