Conway the Machine - E.I.F. Lyrics

Griselda, by Fashion Rebels yeah
Uh huh yeah
Spooky shit, nigga
Way too spooky, nigga, look

Hard work instead of talent
But I work harder than niggas
And I got better talent (That's a fact)
Than any nigga that ever challenged
And tried to knock me off my toes
I had to show him I had better balance
Everybody is food, hoodie fake them diamonds
Get head in Dallas
My bitch thick like Meg Thee Stallion
As you can see, my bread is piling
Still got the elbows flyin'
Like I'm Randy Savage, uh
Lately the bitches give me more vagina
Niggas thought I was broke so
I bought more designer
I wore the kind of shit your ho admire
Luxury foreign driver
Pistol possession in all my priors
These niggas all are liars
I know some zoes who'll push your shit from
Opa-locka to Fort Myers with carbon fire
A hundred for my line-up
My rich white bitch
Her mind was distorted kinda
She snorted imported China (Sniff) , yeah
Pop the Taurus and tore a swine up
In front the whole hood
Just to give 'em a short reminder
Now I'm in position
I got all kind of people callin' my line
That I ain't see when I was on the climb up
(Where was you, nigga?)
I still cop jewels and rock ice
Seen Trig on the news, my dude just got life
(Damn)
Rock the Christian Loubs without spikes
My team can't win without me
Like Bulls without Mike, ah

Everybody is food, I told them niggas
They ain't believe me when I said it
I showed them niggas
I put the yola in the pot
Put the soda on top
Make it lock, now the knots won't fold
My nigga
Everybody is food, I told them niggas
They ain't believe me when I said it
I showed them niggas
We got extendos in the Glock, if it's drama
Let me know
We pull up, hop out, put holes in niggas, ah

And your bitch see me Versaced down
Now I get the money and I just watch it pile
Big rocks in the dial where the watch is now
The face flooded but the
Band is all crocidile
These rappers tryna jump in my
Lane and copy style but you too docile
Poppin' choppers is not your style
Bust down the Cuban
My Dominican bitch is chocolate brown
In Spanish Harlem eating Bacalao
They gave my nigga Bettis 40
When he got the trial
I just pray he win that appeal
And they knock it down (Free the homie)
Let a nigga get out of pocket now
I'll drop a bag and have a shooter knock
Him down while I watch and smile
Yeah, a thousand for my belt
Murals in different countries without an
Album on the shelf
Already did it on my own, nigga
Now you wanna help?
I was broke and on the come-up
I ain't have nobody but myself
(Fuck where was you at, nigga?)
And Daringer, on West and Benny
And really, we apparently the best, the semi
I got it with me
I'll air him with the skrrt and spin him
When it hit him
And it's tearin' in his flesh
I'm apparently a threat 'cause they
Compare me to the best
But who really fuckin' with me? 'Cause
I ain't hear a nigga yet
I'm from May Street
Sellin' crack and carryin' a TEC
Told you it's gettin' spooky, this shit
Is scarin' 'em to death, ah

Everybody is food, I told them niggas
They ain't believe me when I said it
I showed them niggas
I put the yola in the pot
Put the soda on top
Make it lock, now the knots won't fold
My nigga
Everybody is food, I told them niggas
They ain't believe me when I said it
I showed them niggas
We got extendos in the Glock, if it's drama
Let me know
We pull up, hop out, put holes in niggas, ah