Scared II Death lyrics

[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Sigh
Let's get back into it, n*gga
Uh, y'all ready?

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Machine, the one and only (uh)
Plain Jane Patek, I ain't wear the Rollie
n*gga, my tux is custom Brioni (Woo)
You know me, see my success killing these n*ggas slowly (Haah)
Go f*ck around, turn me back to the old me
It's lonely at the top n*gga, I'm the top n*gga
Headliner: I'm the top biller, stop playing with my top, n*gga (Stop playin' wit' me)
You know how we rock n*gga, we got mops, n*gga
We sit ringside at fights but we don't box, n*gga (Not at all)
This is classic material, shout my n*gga Carlos
I'm in the lab making fire like lighter fluid and charcoal (Uh)
Ice on my neck, even in the dark, that sh*t really sparklе (Cap)
Diddy pool party, eyeing Winnie Harlow (What up, baby?)
Thеy starting to notice how hard the bars go
They saying sh*t like "Aye C, you are a legend" but not the car though (Talk to 'em)
These bum ass rap n*ggas can't even pay they car note (Haa)
But rap 'bout moving so much cargo, you would think they was rich as Pablo
The training getting intense
Waiting for my release date, I've been killing 'em with suspense
I ain't opening for n*ggas no more, I'm the main event
'Cause the way a n*gga been flowing lately ain't making sense (Woo)
Spray the blick, use my T-shirt, to wipe away the prints
Then throw that motherf*cker over that old lady fence (Uh, talk to 'em)
Got that b*tch, f*ck her good, ate her pus*y and pay the rent
And that b*tch been texting me "What's up, stranger?" ever since (Hahahaha)
Still ain't replied to the messages there (Nah)
I just left her on read to mess with her head (Haah)
I don't give a f*ck what the next n*gga said
When I could have 'em clipped while I'm resting in bed
And he definitely dead, I got a check so the bread is there
For when a n*gga from your hood come collect what I left on your head (Brrrrrr)
n*gga, you know we coming right?
Hehe, yeah
[Chorus: Prodigy]
All y'all brand new n*ggas just scared to death
All y'all brand new n*ggas just scared to death
All y'all brand new n*ggas just scared to death
I took the life of anybody tryna change what's left

[Verse 2: Method Man]
Uh, yeah
This the quiet before the storm and let this be a warning
If you don't make it through the evening, there will be no morning (Uh)
They sleeping on him, heard 'em snoring but the pen maturing
Before I die, I'ma find a word that can rhyme with orange
I been scoring back when your favorites was bench warming (Bench)
Since Jordan, I'm the total package, I'm important
Weed coughing, we need coffins, emcees talking
They be tossing stones but I'm stoned colder than Steve Austin
A straight stunter, let's get it straightened, I'm straight numbers
Straight Gutta, flow is tsunami, put on your wave runners
Game flooded with lame buzzers that can't cut it like they knives buttered
Don't play with life on a tight budget
Now easy does it or get the Man and Machine
Not a cyborg but trust ain't another man in my league
Since Lemon Squeeze, I got honey tugging my tee
I remind her of a Tesla, she want a plug in her B

[Chorus: Prodigy]
All y'all brand new n*ggas just scared to death
All y'all brand new n*ggas just scared to death
All y'all brand new n*ggas just scared to death
I took the life of anybody tryna change what's left