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Believe Me
Conductor Williams
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Conway the Machine
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It's only a movie
It's not funny
You were scared, weren't you?
I wasn't that scared (ah)
Whoo, whoo (conductor)
Turn that beat up, turn my headphones up (conductor)
I'm the best, I'm the fucking best (yeah, yo)
Check the stats
Conductor, we have a problem
Conductor, we have a problem, conductor
Conductor, we have a problem
Conductor, we have a problem
Conductor, we have a problem
Con- (uh)
Check the stats (uh-huh)
Machine the waviest since Max, nigga, facts (whoo)
The real is back (the real is back, nigga)
I don't care who you shot, your G pass revoked, you just a rat (rat-ass nigga)
Pin your diva to the mat like a wrestler match and don't text her back (ha-ha-ha)
I only want top, don't hit me up just to chat
I'm playing chess with rap, but I'm treating it like a checkers match (uh-huh)
Shit has gotten easy, you gotta king me (what you mean?)
Yeah, I wear all my jewelry, every city, don't gotta check for me
Gs in every city gon' hold me down without a question
Down a nigga for me and add to his body collection (boom, boom, boom)
Album after album, boy, I did what they was not expecting (conduc-)
That's what you call impressive, shit (ha-ha-ha)
I'm back active, holding rap captive (uh-huh)
This black bastard dropped back-to-back-to-back classics (ah)
Yeah, machine back spazzing
Shot in my back, so when it rains, be having back spazzes (talk to 'em)
The double-R truck, I matte-black'd it (uh-huh)
They love me in Detroit, in L.A., I'm Matt Stafford (whoo)
Yeah, three bodies, same day, that boy Mad Max'd it (ah-huh)
Uh, I like bad bitches that act ratchet (bad)
That contract, I need the max like Lamar Jackson (bag)
She post a picture on her 'Gram and I double-tapped it
In her DMs, shooting my shot like I'm John Paxson (ha-ha-ha)
Yeah, and that shit was a game winner
Tonight, I'm hitting her and her homie that came with her (ooh)
Your bitch chose me (conductor), homie, you know the game, nigga (you know the game)
I don't write verses, I paint pictures (uh-huh)
My street rรฉsumรฉ, boy, it don't got a stain, nigga (not at all)
You know the name, nigga, Machine
Say, listen, daddy-o, you think, uh
If you not busy later, you could, uh, drop by my pad?
Well, I gotta think about that, baby, alright?
But look here, you be cool, alright?
I mean, maybe we get together later and wrap a taste on it, huh?
Huh, can you dig that, baby? (I can dig it)
Can you dig it, baby? (I can dig it)
Okay, baby (uh, oh)
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