Speshal Machinery (Big Ghost LTD Version)

Lyrics

[Intro: 38 Spesh] Know what I'm sayin'? (Huh, fuck wrong with these niggas, man?) Yeah (Trust, nigga) Yeah (Fuck that, we ain't gon' never stop, nigga) Huh, this my type of shit, man (Y'all niggas in trouble, nigga) Let's go (Let's go) Ayo [Verse 1: 38 Spesh] Niggas change when the lead drawn I'm the plug you run off on and end up with your legs gone Patience short and bread long (Let's go) I been through a lot of shit in this game, but it made me headstrong (I'm up) Mink blanket keep the bed warm (Let's do it) Where I get it from? I got it made, like the Special Ed song (I got it made) I'm the nigga that the feds on (Huh) Might see me with a fluffy French Bulldog, that's rare foreign Huh, I be dead calm (Calm) If something's said wrong, I transform to a lead storm (Bang) Hope you read Psalms (Psalms) Your future, I understand, 'cause gettin' blood on our hands how we read palms Say a prayer for my dead moms (Prayer) And my brother, until we back together, I'ma bear arms (I love you) My shooters know I care for 'em (Let's go) They treat me like Farrakhan (Uh) I'm that nigga in rare form (Trust) Trust [Verse 2: Conway the Machine] Uh, fork in the pot, my wrist circlin' (Whip up) Talkin' Os and blocks like Lil Durk and 'em (Talk to 'em) I don't care how good his verses is If the nigga a rat or if he pussy, I can't work with him, yeah ('Fuck out of here) We FOIs gettin' ROIs (Whoo) My first year in the game, I was the ROY (Uh-huh) They ain't got no drip, they gon' borrow mines (Ah) It boggle minds how I'm fuckin' models like the Jack Harlow guy Wow, I just get the head and fuck her We get bread in duffels, so the feds wanna arrest and cuff us Niggas ain't gon' never touch us (Uh-uh) They know I'm always tryna brush into a fade, I'm Chicago on Poetic Justice (Ha) How many pointers in the chain? A half-carat each (Uh-huh) Was in the field in my shoulder pads, wearin' cleats Toast your glass, where the clink? Broke and mad, he airin' streets And "on-sight" mean we on your ass anywhere we meet (Boom, boom, boom, boom) Been better Cashmere sweater, trench rocker when it's Timb' weather Fuck a debit card, give me mine in cash, it spend better (A hundred cash) Leg broken, I still ain't goin' out on a limb, never Money stretch like Wembanyama, nigga, I been pressure (Woo) The fluorescent Balenci' shades (Uh-huh) The Midas touch, if I was involved, it was history made (Facts) In Portofino, sippin' vino like it's lemonade (Okay) They on Instagram with your chain if you mention my name We sold weight for real, now we havin' label deals (Yeah) Shooter bipolar, I'm tryna get him to take his pills (Take your pills, nigga) I be on May, but still, I need a place way in the hills (Okay) Comparin' me to whoever, I'm like, "Is they for real?" (Blasphemy) I do to beats is equivalent to a Draco kill Not only puttin' chinks in your armor, we 'bout to break your shield (Uh-huh) Punchin' like Bud Crawford until I break your will, the pain is real The undisputed champ, reignin' still (Ha) Machine, nigga