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[Verse 1: Mach-Hommy]

[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
Bust yo shit 'front of everybody if you push me (Br-rt br-rt)
Chopper bullets knockin' the letters off your Stüssy (Ha)
I got warrants in four states, they tryna book me
But I'll never turn myself in, I gots to keep it pushin' (Hahaha)
I'm just a bully, on the backseat it's the fully (Ha), wolves be
Behind the wall, come home big like Tookie (Uh)
Remember when them n***as was tryna overlook me?
Now they say I'm top five, damn; look how quick it took me (Ha)
Yeezy 750s, the brown shits (Ha?), we get the pounds in
Gorilla OG, we flooded the town with (You smell it)

[Verse 3: Mach-Hommy]

[Verse 4: Conway the Machine]
Strap my dog with the Wesson, send him where you restin'
Grimiest of All - is that still a question? (Huh?)
Line five rappers up
I run through the first four by your fifth selection
I'm a living legend (No cap), I told the bitch
"Even if I fucked you and shitted on you, bitch it was still a blessin"
This is that God flow, you said your flow sick, where your bars go?
Aventador, I skipped the Gallardo (Vroom)
I gave my bitch a sniff of that raw snow
OGs like how I move, me & Mach like when Chris was with Marlo
I whack you for your bricks and your cargo
My youngin' locked
I told him keep that ratchet when you spinnin' that yard, yo
[Verse 5: Mach-Hommy]

[Verse 6: Conway the Machine]
I'm tryna see how far my knife fit (Ha?)
I'm lookin' in your eyes pushin' deeper as I watch your life slip (Yeah)
Every rhyme I'm A.I. in '96
Never seen nothin' like me, even my idols admire my shit
Suicide tryna ride on my clique, I don't care who outside
N***as die when I fire my stick (Br-r-rt)
I can always rely on my blick
N***as robbed you with your own gun
You let them n***as try you like bitch

[Verse 7: Mach-Hommy]

[Verse 8: Conway the Machine]
Took the mask off, see my face, boy, remember me?
Live n***a rap, you ain't heard nothin' iller in ya life
I'm like Frank with the chinchilla at the fight (Ha)
No snitchin' though, flippin' blow
Christians with the spikes (Uh-huh), rock the biggest rope
Rollie' on my wrist is full of ice
I played the kitchen with the white
Cee-lo game, just banked six racks
Shot a five, I rolled once, and trips was on the dice (Hahaha)
No rapper been consistently as nice (Nah)
Might punch your favorite rapper in his face
In the memory of Price (Talk to 'em)
And the memory of 'Chine Gun (Rest in peace, homie)
Seen youngin' empty his .40 and he ain't run
1800, they wonder where I got jeans from
I made that light green, my shooter carbon fifteen run
(Grimiest Of All Time, n***a)