Lyrics Khristopher - CONWAY THE MACHINE

Khristopher

«Niggas is just being real niggas
And theres so much in the media is just making people think well 'oh rap music
is this and,' I mean
Niggas is trying to eat.
That’s how I look at it.
niggas wanna eat food.
Niggas is tired of being on the streets.
Tired of robbing and stealing.»
(Machine, huh)
«Niggas is tired of selling drugs.
They got a little rap skills,
they wanna put they shit out»
(Green Gang, bitch)
«They trying to get some money, niggas tired of being in the hood»
(Hah! Told you niggas, I’m a different dude!)
Griselda
I’m the nigga that they fear
What you did in your career boy I did it in a year (Hehehe)
Yeah, and in my city I’m revered from being the illest nigga spitting shit,
lets get it clear (Get it clear, nigga)
Listen to these other niggas you 'gon hear a bunch of bricks they never sold
A bunch of whips they didn’t steer (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Niggas dressing like bitches, they ain’t real as they appear
Them niggas is queer (Ha!), I feel like I’m the realest nigga here (OK)
You could never reach the level that I’m on (Huh?)
Just cause you can dunk in your backyard don’t mean you better than LeBron
nigga!
(Hahaha)
They size me up but they measurements was wrong
They had me misconstrued
In New York I’m a giant, Victor Cruz (Whoo!)
Man these niggas follow different rules ('K)
I fuck bitches on G, then buying bitches shoes ('K)
I ain’t with all the dissin' listen I’m missing screws
I ain’t got it all, I get to tripping and blick the tool (B'rrt!)
I told you niggas I’m a different dude («Uh!»)
Niggas do anything just to get some views?!
(«Uh!») (Haha!)
Yeah, and these DJ’s is goofy
They wannabe the artist
They act like a fucking groupie (Ahhh!)
Its unhealthy, they don’t break records
They dick-riding niggas that’s on then take a bunch of selfies (Fuck niggas)
That’s the shit I got a problem with
I’m bout to bring the old me back when I was robbing shit (Huh?)
SE the conglomerate (Ah), killers remain anonymous (Ah, ah)
These niggas is just R&B niggas—Robin Thicke ('K)
I’m the illest and I can say that shit comfortably (Uh huh)
Any rapper you put in front of me is lunch to me.
(Ugh!)
There’s levels to this shit we got different interests (Uh?)
I sold white and blue like the Olympic 6's (Whoo)
Fire a shot.
Won’t retire my spot
Reject shit, Dwight on the block
It’s the Machine, bitch!
«As long as my people is with me.
My people is having a good time.
My moms is aight.
My daughter is aight then its all good
I’ll leave that alone man.
That’s where egos start man
And they really wanna stick you for your paper for real man you know what I’m
saying?»
Griselda, by Fashion Rebels