The Half

Lyrics

[Intro: Conway The Machine] Uh huh Yeah [Verse 1: Conway The Machine] Keep my cigarillo rolled tight Waiting for me to fall off, you'll wait your whole life You ain't never been shit your whole life Even your mama know you just a low life [?] straps on the Giussepe's nigga Wig shot, bitches still tell me I'm a sexy nigga (what up baby?) I hear them sneak dissing, I don't even sweat the nigga (I hear it) Because Imma beat the brakes of him when I catch the nigga Killa Tone just came home, a low on the way Take him to 40/40 blow forty K Go tell them I run the street KXL send it through and I'm Big Punnin' the beat One of the illest since B.I.G, I been utter elite Been the Jigga of my city for ten summers at least Not signed to a major, I'm independently Doing it so big I need me a Lil Kimberly S.E is the gang and I am my own entity Niggas shot me but I don't want sympathy for injuries That just gave me the energy to get back on a killing spree And kill the whole industry Won't nothing stop me from what I'm trying to pursue I'm the illest with the bars my nigga this what I do (This what I does) (Record scratching) [Verse 2: Conway The Machine] Yeah This music is so essential Move my mama from out of that hood to a residential Take her off of that bus and put her in back of that Benzo I'm hoping she can find the strength to forever let that man go That's why I spit it iller than most You will never know the feeling behind the wheel of a ghost Make a toast, for the nigga that critics consider GOAT That almost got smoked, still spit it crazy Bullets still in his throat My ears and my wrists wet Life is a casino I ain't cashing in my chips yet About to fuck alot of hoes, homeboy, your bitch next Bars so hot, when I write I make the pen sweat Niggas making statements they shouldn't be making (Come on man) You looking at greatness my nigga, I'm Payton (I'm winning) I'm setting records these niggas ain't breaking Breaking in your place and all that shit in your safe's what I'm taking Married to this money, no wedding ring Post office flow homie, I'm addressing everything Niggas hate me, because they want to be like me I'm getting money like Mitch and they want to come Uncle Ice me Any real nigga can vouch for me I don't pay my shooters, they do it on the house for me Put a bullet in your scalp for me Martin Luther style give it to you on your balcony (Record scratching) [Outro] This how I do it, this how I play nigga Know what I mean? Had to show these niggas that I'm still the illest with these bars Know what I mean? Niggas running they fucking mouth You got to show niggas sometimes, know what I mean? (Conway)