G Herbo ft. Conway the Machine – Machines

Lyrics Machines – G Herbo ft. Conway the Machine

Look, home at the Wims, don’t even comb my hair
The b**ches smell the money, when I walk in, they noise is flared
Came from the bottom, s**t, I barely had clothes to wear
So give me my roses while I’m here, b**ch, it’s only fair

You know how n**gas rockin’ over here
Lil’ bro just caught his eighth body
Before he made it to his Kobe year
That n**ga caught eight bodies, before he made it to his Kobe year
COVID here and everybody masked up
It took six n**gas six hours, just to bag up
Hold my glass up, sippin’ Cruige in a Maybach truck
A real boss gon’ make sure all his peoples got they bag up

You talk the hardest n**gas out, my name get definitely brought up
But it’s deeper than rap, take my racks and invest into stardom
When you rich and you black, you become a threat, when you smart enough
My n**ga died while writin’ this verse, like my heart ain’t dark enough

S**t, made my heart hard enough
Drac’ go put them n**gas on spin cycle, we wash ’em up
My wrist cost a buck, them bricks bought from us
The big dawg my pups, got switch on the Glocks, they lift off and bust
They say imitation a form of flattery
Machine get on a beat, it’s assaultin’ battery
They’re gettin’ so much money, my old b**ches is mad at me
For how I put my new b**ch in gallery, change the salary

Poppin’ ecstasy, addy, ’cause I wasn’t tryna sleep
Where I come from, at average, was all savagery
Now the mansions is lavish, I want a half a B
Circumstances was bad, and my b**ch as bad as me
Bro died for an 8-Ball, he worth a half a key
His mama still live on the Ave’, I still ride past and see
How she doin’, In my hood, I got influence
Murder one, I drunk a four
And took a xan, It made me crash the V
N**gas talkin’ ’bout I’m greedy, I was the last to eat
Black gloves and ski masks, that used to last a week
A week straight, heart was filled with grief and hate
S**t I been through, lawyer won a hundred K

That’s a cheap case
Took a loss and missed a show, they want another date
My moms trippin’ ’bout the rent, she like two months late
I got right back in them trenches, what you mean
This’ll never end, this cycle, my landlord was a fiend, n**ga
Get out the way when I see red, ’cause you green, n**ga
Game seven, I was locked in with my team, n**ga
Played my position, crunch time, I was great at that
Spray that goddamn layback and Maybach, I got a rate at that

Herb a faker, a creative player, never heard of that
Now I’m major, but I still’ll lay down for that murder rap
Was exhausted, missed a couple bosses, ain’t deserve to nap
All we know is fak’, fak’, fak’, fak’, fak and get that murder back

But I’m calm now, hit my knees and start prayin’ with my palms out
I’m a leader and they want me to be strong now
Reachin’ for the skies, I can’t put my arms down
Glizzy in my left hand, can’t put my arm down
God with me, ’cause I’m alive, devil on my side
Daydreamin’ while I drive, got me in a trance
Since my brain got advanced, I can’t trust my friends
I’d kill my mans…

Written by G Herbo & Conway the Machine
Album: Survivor’s Remorse
Produced by Conway the Machine
G Herbo | Conway the Machine | 2022

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