Conway the Machine - 8 Birds Lyrics

Ayo, I grew up where it's poverty struck
Gotta be nuts
Tryna slide on us, the choppers'll bust
Body get struck (brrt)
Shotty tucked
Bakin' soda just so my product can fluff
(what's up)
Breaking bricks down like karate was
Like a hobby to us (haaa)
Woah i see you pussy niggas ain't learn
So imma show you how a bullet from the K burn
Homie fucked up his pack already, nah
Say word (word?)
He broke early in the season, Gordon Hayward
(hahahaha) erry bar raw, it's like 8 birds
And I didn't write a word
This shit is showtime
Like when Magic played Bird
You can't relate if you ain't
Never stood on a curb
Scrape the sides after I stretch it
And get all the extras
Mac with the compressor sittin'
On the dresser
I'm applying all the pressure
I am the aggressor (the Machine)
Send my dog to stretch ya
Lay you on a stretcher
I don't fuck wit rappers
They can't get a verse from me
Rocking Off White shit that
Virgil sent me personally
I could sent a shooter through and
Have you murked for me
Niggas don't want problems
They wanna work for me (you want a job)
Yay sit in the pan, BAPE shit in Japan
If I know the nigga snake
I don't shake the nigga hand
I be going ape shit when this
K sit in my hand
You'll need an operation when I spray shit
Nigga scram i swear I'm in a hell of a zone
Flood the paddock with yellow stones
You can tell that I'm on
I ain't drop an album yet but I'm a legend
It's shown coulda been worse
I could be callin from the jail on the phone
Even when I'm by myself I got the
Strap so I ain't never alone
Don't make me hit you in
Yo head with this chrome (boom boom boom)
Ain't a rapper on my level, it's known
I smash the Ferrari pedal
I'm gone, Machine bitch, ahh!

Ayo, I grew up where it's poverty struck
Gotta be nuts
Tryna slide on us, the choppers'll bust
Body get struck (brrt)
Shotty tucked
Bakin' soda just so my product can fluff
(what's up)
Breaking bricks down like karate was
Like a hobby to us (haaa)
Woah i see you pussy niggas ain't learn
So imma show you how a bullet from the K burn
Homie fucked up his pack already, nah
Say word (word?)
He broke early in the season, Gordon Hayward
(hahahaha) erry bar raw, it's like 8 birds
And I didn't write a word
This shit is showtime
Like when Magic played Bird
You can't relate if you ain't
Never stood on a curb
Scrape the sides after I stretch it
And get all the extras
Mac with the compressor sittin'
On the dresser
I'm applying all the pressure
I am the aggressor (the Machine)
Send my dog to stretch ya
Lay you on a stretcher
I don't fuck wit rappers
They can't get a verse from me
Rocking Off White shit that
Virgil sent me personally
I could sent a shooter through and
Have you murked for me
Niggas don't want problems
They wanna work for me (you want a job)
Yay sit in the pan, BAPE shit in Japan
If I know the nigga snake
I don't shake the nigga hand
I be going ape shit when this
K sit in my hand
You'll need an operation when I spray shit
Nigga scram i swear I'm in a hell of a zone
Flood the paddock with yellow stones
You can tell that I'm on
I ain't drop an album yet but I'm a legend
It's shown coulda been worse
I could be callin from the jail on the phone
Even when I'm by myself I got the
Strap so I ain't never alone
Don't make me hit you in
Yo head with this chrome (boom boom boom)
Ain't a rapper on my level, it's known
I smash the Ferrari pedal
I'm gone, Machine bitch, ahh!