Video Believe Me Ft Conductor Williams de Conway The Machine 2024 Hip Hop Lyrics

Conway The Machine - Believe Me Ft Conductor Williams Lyrics

7 s Believe Me Lyrics[Intro: Conway the Machine]
—In, nigga (It's only a movie)
It's not funny
You were scared, weren't you?
I wasn't that scared
Ah, woo, woo! (Conductor)
Turn that beat up, turn my headphones up (Conductor)
I'm the best, I'm the fucking best! (Yeah, yo)
Check the stats
Conductor, we have a problem
Conductor, we have a problem, Conductor
Conductor, we have a problem
Conductor, we have a problem
Conductor, we have a problem
Con— (Uh)

[Verse: Conway the Machine]
Check the stats (Uh-huh)
Machine the waviest since Max, nigga, facts (Woo!)
The real is back (The real is back, nigga)
I don't carе who you shot, your G pass revoked, you just a rat (Rat ass nigga)
Pin your diva to the mat likе a wrestler match and don't text her back (Hahaha)
I only want top, don't hit me up just to chat
I'm playing chess with rap but I'm treating it like a checkers match (Uh-huh)
Shit has gotten easy, you gotta king me (What you mean?)
Yeah, I wear all my jewelry, every city, don't gotta check for me
Gs in every city gon' hold me down without a question
Down a nigga for me and add to his body collection (Boom, boom, boom!)
Album after album, boy, I did what they was not expecting (Conduc—)
That's what you call impressive, shit (Hahahaha)
I'm back active holding rap captive (Uh-huh)
These black bastards drop back to back to back classics (Ah!)
Yeah, Machine back spazzing
Shot in my back, so when it rain, be having back spazzes (Talk to 'em!)
The double R truck, I matte black'd it (Uh-huh)
They love me in Detroit, in L.A., I'm Matt Stafford (Woo!)
Yeah, three bodies, same day, that boy Mad Max'd it (Ah huh)
Uh, I like bad bitches that act ratchet (Bad!)
That contract, I need the max like Lamar Jackson (Bag)
She post a picture on her 'Gram and I double tapped it
In her DMs, shooting my shot like I'm John Paxson (Hahaha)
Yeah, and that shit was a game winner
Tonight, I'm hitting her and her homie that came wit' her (Ooh)
Your bitch chose me (Conductor), homie, you know the game, nigga (You know the game)
I don't write verses, I paint pictures (Uh-huh)
My street resume, boy, don't got a stain, nigga (Not at all)
You know the name, nigga, Machine
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Say, listen, daddio, you think, uh
If you not busy later, you could, uh, drop by my pad?
Well, I gotta think about that, baby, alright?
But look here, you be cool, alright?
I mean maybe we get together later and wrap a taste on it, huh?
Huh, can you dig that, baby? (I can dig it)
Can you dig it, baby? (I can dig it)
Okay, baby (Uh, ohh!)