| The dope I ordered come over border, I’m the G.O.A.T. recorder |
| Word to cash, my soul on frozen water, flow and slaughter |
| Clip in the pole, tall as your oldest daughter |
| Bullets in that bitch is 'bout as big as a rollercoaster’s (Boom, boom, boom) |
| I don’t play about my cash, I’m on your ass, if you owe a quarter (Huh?) |
| We got a problem, you got smoke and order ('Kay) |
| Ever since my first shit dropped, man, I’ve been goin' to |
| A new height, you right, new ice, when I perform in Florida |
| Ayo, put some respect on my name (Huh?) |
| Or the coroner be scrapin' up what’s left of your brain (Hahaha) |
| And coughin', smokin' on this pressure, I’m just testin' my strain (Uh-huh) |
| It’s definitely pain in the back of my neck with the chains, look (This shit |
| heavy though) |
| Bitches be sayin' «Oh, you definitely changed |
| Callin' me bitch in every message, you don’t text me the same, nigga» (Hahaha) |
| Machine, bitch, I’m a threat in the game |
| Tape that I did with Alchemist, I was just testin' my aim, nigga (I'm on y’all |
| ass) |
| Them Big Ghost shits was warning shots |
| And I had a lot more to drop, I was just waitin' for the tour to stop |
| Started with a 8-Ball, pushed it up to a quarter block |
| Water-whipped the ounces, it’s residue in that coffee pot (Ha) |
| We live in the times, illegitimate crimes, militant minds |
| Still in my prime when pennin' these lines |
| Listen, it’s finna get spooky, bone-chillin', you feelin' your spine |
| Danger is imminent, this is the time of the Machine, bitch (Brr) |
| The watches don’t tick-tock (Woo) |
| We got it in with the pots, playin' razors in the ziplocks (With what?) |
| Fuck around and get your shit popped (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) |
| You know how the boys rock, catch you comin' out your bitch spot (Brr) |
| Catch you comin' out your bitch spot ('Kay) |
| You know how the boys rock, catch you comin' out your bitch spot |
| (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) |
| That guy right there, Conway |
| He’s, uh, he’s got somethin'" |
| And I’m like «Yo, that guy right there, Conway» |
| He’s, uh, he got somethin'" |
| It’s like a Picasso, Dali type fluidity |
| With the coke rap ethos, you know what I’m sayin'? |
| It’s almost |
| , 'cause it’s like almost out of time, but it’s so present |
| And it’s like, I guess what makes it feel |
| Like this coke rap from a different dimension |
| It’s because it’s New York, but it’s Buffalo |
| He talks with the talk |
| And then everything extra that’s added onto him |
| Like, the fact that he was shot |
| And it makes him rhyme a certain way |
| It makes it, the way he slur |
| Like, everythin' about his delivery |
| Made me keep wanting to pay attention to him |