Conway the Machine - Devil's Work Lyrics

Niggas talkin' gangsta I see 'em
They sing a different tune fif'll boom
Blow his head outta space til it hit the moon
Raised up by our granny
Sleep on the floor in the living room
Seen my man mama puttin' the
Lighter to a dinner spoon
Been a goon, my man been locked for years
It'll be 10 in June visit room, Cartier's
Air Max Sean Witherspoon
Told him hold ya head nigga you'll
Be done wit that sentence soon
He said my nigga I ain't
Trippin' that setback was minuscule
(Talk to ‘em)
You niggas food, you pussy niggas get in line
A Daringer beat to me is dinner time
Killing time intertwined, in the grind
Benz colored clementine
Just to see the haters' face it's
Safe to say I'm getting mine
More Jordans than Melo nigga
I got Nike sending mines
I don't gotta get in line, that finish line
Remember I’m considered one of the illest
When I pen a line
All this niggas dropping tapes
Nobody’s shit was ill as mine (Talk to ‘em)
They say Machine he got one
Of the illest minds
And he ain't even in his prime
The fuck be on you niggas minds?
I see this niggas' top list
And I get offended
Ask the legends who they fuckin’ with
I’m probably mentioned
I’m from the city where the young
Niggas be hopping in Benz's
Basketball courts got crack bags
And lots of syringes (Uaghh)
Ran through them Shortcuts
Hoppin’ them fences laid in niggas bushes
The clip in my Glock was extended (yeah)
This shit that I rock is expensive, look
I had this grimy shit on lock
Since I’ve made an entrance
Now my Versace is vintage (yeah)
Ask the streets about me
Boy I’ve been official

Go ask any Nigga, straight like that Nigga
Yeah, Machine niggas know what’s up nigga