Speshal Machinery Lyrics – Big Ghost LTD x 38 Spesh x Conway the Machine
Singer: Big Ghost LTD x 38 Spesh x Conway the Machine
Title: Speshal Machinery
Nawmsayn? (huh—f#ck wrong with these n#gg#s, man?)
Yeah (trust, n#gg#)
Yeah (f#ck that—we ain’t gon’ never stop, n#gg#)
Huh—this my type of sh#t, man (y’all n#gg#s in trouble, n#gg#)
Let’s go (let’s go)
Ayo
n#gg#s 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 sh#t 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 n#gg# that the feds on
Might see me with a fluffy french bulldog, that rare foreign
Huh—i be dead calm
If something’s said wrong, i transform to a lead storm (bang)
Hope you read psalms
Your future i understand, ’cause gettin’ blood on our hands how we read palms
Say a prayer for my dead moms
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 n#gg# in rare form
Trust
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 n#gg# a rat or if he p#ss#, i can’t work with him, yeah (‘f#ck outta here)
We f.o.i.s gettin’ r.o.i.s (whoo)
My first year in the game, i was the r.o.y (uh-huh)
They ain’t got no drip, they gon’ borrow mines (aah)
It boggle minds how i’m f#ckin’ models like the jack harlow guy (ahaha)
Wow; i just get the head and f#ck her
We get bread in duffels, so the feds wanna arrest and cuff us
n#gg#s ain’t gon’ never touch us (uh-uh)
They know i’m always tryna brush into a fade
I’m chicago on poetic justice (haa)
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 #ss anywhere we meet (boom boom boom boom)
Been better; cashmere sweater, trench rocker when it’s timb weather
f#ck a debit card, gimme mine in cash, it spend better (i like cash)
Leg broken, i still ain’t goin’ out on a limb, never (ahaha)
Money stretch like wembanyama, n#gg#, i been pressure (woo)
The fluorescent balenci’ shades
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 (hahaha)
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, n#gg#)
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 (haa)
Machine, n#gg#
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