| I’m like, «Bitch, you can’t be serious»
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| New Lambo truck and I’m steerin' it (Skrrt)
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| I showed a lot of niggas love
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| But that same love never get reciprocated (Uh uh)
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| Even when I put niggas in position, helpin' niggas get situated (I did)
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| Change your whole livin' situation (I did)
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| But that’s just what real niggas do (Uh uh)
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| If you my bro, you know I’ll take the shirt off my back
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| And I’ll give it to you (Facts)
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| You gotta watch 'em, it’s always a nigga you love that be stealin' from you
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| (Cap)
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| I looked in the mirror and I said, «Machine, ain’t nobody that’s realer than
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| you» (Woo)
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| My lil' brother upstate
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| It’s money on his phone when he wanna call home
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| Told him he ain’t gotta worry 'bout shit
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| Got a bag waitin' when my boy home
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| Keep my brother Goose with me
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| Everyday he flyest, niggas in Dior Homme (I see you, nigga)
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| I ain’t gon' change with my niggas
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| No, not for no fame or no bitches, no
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| I took a loss, niggas thought I was broke
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| When I needed niggas, them niggas ain’t show
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| I had to get it the best way I know
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| I just reminded myself I’m the GOAT
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| Now every ball, I get straight off the boat
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| Gold on my neck like I’m still sellin' dope
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| If I only see you when I got a show
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| You ain’t really my nigga, and that’s how I know
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| Fake love, fake love (Uh), I don’t do the fake love (Uh huh)
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| Talkin' down behind my back (What)
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| Nah, homie, that ain’t love (Talk to 'em)
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| I just did another show (Woo), filled another safe up (A million)
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| Take the stick on tour (Hah), all my niggas Drac’d up (Brr)
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| Look, I just stayed down and I levelled up
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| Look how I’m stackin' my cheddar up
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| VS the bezel up, got all my niggas
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| We standin' on couches and we fuckin' up
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| Bitches can’t hear that Maybach engine revvin' up
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| I ain’t gon' fuck if she average or regular
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| I make a call, brodie pickin' his FN up
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| I’m the Machine, I don’t see no competitors (Brr) yeah (Talk to 'em)
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| I make a call, brodie pickin' his FN up
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| I’m the Machine, I don’t see no competitors, yeah
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| Machine, bitch
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| Yeah, look what I became, nigga, hmm
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| Look what y’all niggas made me
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| Yeah, yeah, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| I been so stressed out lately, nigga, you don’t even know the half of it (The
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| half)
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| My homie just finished ten years of his prison sentence, that ain’t even half
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| of it (Free the brodie)
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| I just whipped up another brick—before it even dry, sold half of it (Yeah, yeah)
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| The plug love me, he ain’t gotta front me, I got all his money, not half of it
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| (I got it all)
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| Got my bag up, I’m in this Raf bucket (Hah), from the hood, I never had nothing
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| (I never had shit)
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| Bought that bitch some new titties, she already had a fatty and a flat stomach
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| (Hahahaha)
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| This shit is easy as a free throw, sellin' Ps whole, I don’t bag nothin' (You
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| do bag up)
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| Gettin' money in the streets, went to my jeweler’s, spent a nigga' rap budget
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| (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ah)
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| Yeah
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| You fuck-niggas can’t fuck with me, nigga
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| I’m the realest nigga I know, nigga
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| Ask niggas
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| Ask niggas how I give it up, nigga
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| I got to be the realest nigga in this shit
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| Know what I mean?
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| I ain’t never switched up on the bros
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| You know what I mean?
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| Teflon love for all my niggas that’s solid
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| Yeah
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| Rick Hyde
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| It was time, baby
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| We got these niggas in a chokehold right now, nigga
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| Yeah, gone |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Half of It , by - CONWAY THE MACHINE. Song from the album Look What I Became, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп