98 Sabres - Westside Gunn, Armani Caesar, CONWAY THE MACHINE

Shay, rest in peace

Ha, ha, ha, ha

Kill, kill, kill, kill

Kill, kill, kill, kill

Kill, kill, kill, kill

Just Blaze

As we proceed, to give you what you need

It’s Griselda bomb, I tried to tell you all

Ayo, you lookin' at my jewels, don’t even risk it (Don't even risk it, ah)

My mechanic be sniffin' with the wrenches (With the wrenches, sniff)

In the mess hall, I got to listen (I got to listen)

First day home, I got to whippin' (I got to whippin', whip)

My country bitch think she from Memphis (She from Memphis)

She could suck dick in the Olympics (In the Olympics, ah)

Everyday, I wake up, I gotta get it (I gotta get it)

My nigga dome shot shit, he be wiggin' (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom,

boom, boom, he be wiggin')

How you been FLYGOD?

I been livin' (I been livin')

Pollo Loco with the chicken (With the chicken)

Even Nino Brown started snitchin' (Started snitchin', ah)

Big four pound with the extension (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom,

boom, the extension)

Move like Chef Dred in the kitchen (In the kitchen, ah)

You’d rather be dead than go against us (Than go against)

My nigga dopeboy, he be whoopin' (He be whoopin')

My nigga TF, he be Crippin' (Yo, Crippin')

Boss bitch, yeah, I’m hella bomb (Hella bomb)

Money phone ringin' like a telethon (Brr)

I came in the game with my weapons drawn (Uh huh)

Necks what I’m steppin' on (What's up?), hated, but respected on (Come on)

Heavy on the weight (Weight), heavy on the cake

Iced out the same chains that Harriet escaped (Uh huh)

Word to all the millions and risks that we takes (Uh huh)

The Liberace estates (What else?), Dolce Gabbana drapes, what (Woo)

I’m a beauty, but a beast on the track (Uh huh)

Don’t confuse this with my booty, this the East on my back (What)

You upset yet?

Diamond chain on that wet wet (Uh huh)

You can slide, bitch, I jet set, I’m gettin' pampered like the bed wet (Come on)

Niggas hand it to my like the nail tech (Uh huh)

Passin' bitches like a test, but this ain’t no LSAT, what

You bitches better be scared if I level up (Level up)

No, elevators, bitch (Look), step it up

Standin' on the furniture, I told the bottle girl, «Bitch, pass the Ace»

(Bring me that Ace, bitch)

I popped the cork, poured the whole bottle for homies passed away

Wrap the Wraith, Killa Bee yellow with the matchin' skates

Still got racks in the safe, a half a letter stashed away (Ha)

Wrapped a half a cake in saran wrap and a maskin' tape

Wrap the surplus around rappers, I probably lapped them eighty times

Keep the MAC on waist, I don’t waste time

Boy, you get the drum work from the Griselda Records basket case (Brr)

They say they richer than Machine, that’s like a slap in face

The problem is I’m gettin' more money and at a faster pace (Hahaha)

Look, I ain’t human, I’m an alien, homie

I just came back from space, came to outrap the greats (Talk to 'em)

Trust me, I got the bread to get a nigga whacked today

They bring me back your head, don’t matter how much cash it take

We used to traffic base, now the trap forty racks a day

It’s safe to say we got a boomin' system, I’m Masta Ace (Ha)

The shooter sixteen, throttle in his VLONE hoodie

Nigga look at me wrong, then he uppin' this chrome for me (Boom, boom, boom,

boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

I got rich on my own, don’t need a nigga to loan money (Uh uh)

Ain’t signin' no more contracts unless it’s Mahomes money (Woo)

Machine, bitch

RIP to rappers I buried, left the trap and then married

I won a ring for every team I was on, like Vinatieri

I got the four-door too (Uh huh), so many whips, it’s gettin' scary (Uh huh)

Book a photoshoot, y’all 'bout to need pics for obituaries

The GxF Rebels, any static, nigga, we accept

Y’all niggas should be in check, or BSF’ll be at necks

When I say the beef lit, I don’t mean a tweet or text (I don’t mean that)

Shooters, I send three, no less, and let 'em take the CLS

Beef is I know where your people stay (I know), I don’t need to flex (I don’t)

But when you least expect it, I send a cleanup crew to eat your dress (Brr)

Beef is a forever thing, careful when you speakin' threats

I achieved success and still can’t even rest (Ah)

Took this street shit corporate, a dab of it, I just balanced it

Authentic, all this G shit I’m talkin', they never challenge it

Where I’m from, we ignorant, graduatin' average

Fuck that, if you can flip money, then you talented

Man, y’all lost, I could be payin' y’all off (Payin' off)

But I don’t trip, 'cause y’all niggas broke and y’all soft (Pussy)

Think I’m playin', y’all wrong, I’m frontin' when the bands all gone

Put a yellow band on my arm like I’m Lance Armstrong, ah