Sarah! Lyrics by Conway the Machine
Con— Con—
Uh huh, uh, uh
Uh, yeah
We back
Yeah
Uh huh, uh, uh
Yeah
Check
Look
Picture the God timid
Niggas watch how they talk to me, they face, I’ll hog phlegm it
Came in as the hero but they turned me to dark villain
My back in my chest like Ron Simmons, the Lord was made in Con image (Con image)
Shit, when she had to identify the body, it made his moms grimace, shit (Ah)
Eighty point tennis, double R tenet
Used to be pisspoor, now I just piss on women (Hahaha!)
I had three phones, now I don’t speak on those ’cause feds givin’ out the RICO
The game was designed for me to lose, it ain’t no cheat code
The game don’t wanna acknowledge my numbers now, now I’m Pete Rose (Huh?)
They know how Machine goes
Get the work from Columbia, the green from the gringos (Ah)
I’m back writin’ this pain ’til my arm in a sling though (Facts)
But I barely even write it down (Uh huh)
I say “go,” goons will come burn down your entire town (Go get them niggas)
Thinkin’ the beef is on Easy Street (Ha)
Buck 50, you cheap, deep through your scar, they can see your teeth (Hahaha!)
Snort a line niggas, imported wine sippers
I’m the bossman, but still’ll rob fourty-nine niggas (Wearing your chain, pussy!)
The truck 250, the chain was another 3 (Yeah)
Compare me to such and such, but niggas can’t fuck with me (Niggas ain’t fucking with me!)
Yeah, the devil’s reject back again
She Google my net worth but them numbers wasn’t accurate (Ahhh!)
It’s way higher
Fuck them other niggas, I’m way flyer (Hah)
Race to the top, watch me skate by ’em (Boom, boom)
You know when Con get on, when dogshit on (Yeah, yeah)
I’m pushin’ that Lamb chop, color garlic parm (Ah)
It’s coke in that damn pot, turn that faucet on (Whip)
You lookin’ at boss shit, baby, Con the don (The big dog, baby)
Uh, and I’m ready to kill somethin’
Can’t kill God with bullets so I don’t feel nothin’, nigga
Keep rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling (Robo tech)
Keep rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling (Pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop)
Keep rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling (Robo tech)
Keep rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
We rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling (Robo tech)
Keep rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling (Uh huh, uh, uh)
Keep rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling (Robo tech)
Keep rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling (Okay)
I think I’m way too thorough for this rap shit (Rap shit)
Hit ’em with the pump, make his faggot ass backflip (Make him backflip)
It was my style these niggas got on the map with (Got on the map with)
My career aged beautifully, Angela Bassett (Talk to ’em!)
Where the smoke at? I want it, the goat back, I run it (Huh)
Got the wolves outside, ’bout to go back to hunting (Haha)
Beam on it, put it right where your throat at, I’m gunning
You ain’t built for the streets, boy, you don’t have a stomach, nigga (Pop pop pop pop pop)
Keep rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling (Robo tech)
Keep rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling (Pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop)
Keep rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling (Robo tech)
Keep rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
We rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling (Robo tech)
Keep rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling (Uh huh, uh, uh)
Keep rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling (Robo tech)
Keep rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling (Okay)
You know what the fuck it is, nigga
Conway the Machine
Conductor
Reject
Choo choo
