Temple lyrics

[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Machine
Rare form, n*gga
All 2018, n*gga, I'm in rare form, straight up
Lucky Seven
Conway Machine
b*tch

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Look
When n*ggas talk, I don't get mad at all
I rat-a-tat-tat with this MAC and them n*ggas scatter off (Brrt)
Plus, they ain't f*ckin' with nothin' in my catalogue (Not at all)
If we ain't talkin' 'bout a bag, we can't chat at all, n*gga (f*ck we talking for, n*gga?)
I hit the gas and cough
Lemoncello, told big Berner "Send me a package off" (I need that)
I don't battle, but I can out-rap half your squad
Get around rappers, I smell a body, cadaver dog (Pssh)
Crack a cigar, and relax in a bath in a loft
With my bad Latin broad, ass fat and soft (Hahaha)
Crackin' your jaw with a smack if you act like you hard
That's a fact, this sh*t I'm rockin' ain't at the mall (Talk to 'em)
Nah, I just get my cash and I stack it tall (Huh?)
Dawg, I ain't do the back and forth
I'm out in Calabasas with some b*tches ridin' back to back in Porsche ('Kay)
And, of course, smokin' this pack that taste like applesauce (Haa)
Uh, I could look at you and tеll that you soft (You pus*y)
You actin' like I won't drop off a bag and have you off'd (Get you outta hеre)
Look, this sh*t is natural, I feel I'm past you all
They should build me a statue for the way I craft them bars (Hahaha)
Go and ask 'em, when they see they me they sayin' "That's the God" (That's that n*gga)
So come at me? You runnin' at wall (Uh-huh)
I'm cut from an extravagant cloth ('Kay)
So, understand you comin' at a boss
Machine, b*tch
[Chorus: Conway the Machine]
Everyday I pray to God, like
"God, please keep these f*ck n*ggas from 'round me" (I come to you, Father, haha, yeah)
Everyday I pray to God, like
"God, please keep these bum b*tches from 'round me" (f*ck outta here, b*tch, hahaha)
Everyday I pray to God, like
"God, please keep this big money around me" (Ooh, I'm eatin' and I feel blessed, haha)
I know God got me but I still keep this big ass AK around me (Brrt)
Yeah

[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
Gettin' high as a kite with my slime
I'm Mike in his prime, that's Jordan and Tyson combined
My life is a grind, locked up twice and confined
Whippin' beef summer sausage with the rices inside (Huh?)
Came home, took sh*t over, see the ices I buy
You see me with that new Ferrari with no license to drive (Voom)
All type of designer sh*t, hittin' your wife on the side (Ha)
That pus*y good, I'ma keep f*ckin' shorty like she was mine (Hahaha)
You said you nicer than I, but my bars hurt like a knife in a thigh
And cut away a slice of your pride
When I'm on a mic with the lines, I'm like Mike from the line
This sh*t is effortless and I ain't even write it this time (Woo)
Look, I gave n*ggas verses, gave you n*ggas a buzz (Uh-huh)
I'm the reason them blogs came and showed you n*ggas love
I raised the bar to a level you'll never get above
I'm the Machine, this is what I does
[Chorus: Conway the Machine]
Everyday I pray to God, like
"God, please keep these f*ck n*ggas from 'round me" (Please, Lord, keep these n***** from around me, man, I can't trust 'em, haha)
Everyday I pray to God, like
"God, please keep these bum b*tches from 'round me" (Ayo, get from 'round me, b*tch, I'm good)
Everyday I pray to God, like
"God, please keep this big money around me" (I'm too rich- I'm too rich for these hoes right now, man, I feel blessed)
I know God got me but I still keep this big ass AK around me (Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah)
Yeah

[Outro: Conway the Machine]
Ayo, I feel so blessed right now, man, haha
Nah, real sh*t
Like, I- I feel blessed
You know I walk with my head high
With my chest out knowin' that God got me, you know?
I mean, look at the circ*mstances I overcame, n****, haha
That sh*t don't happen everyday, yeah
n*ggas gonna stop and tryna slight me
n*ggas gon' pay me the homage I deserve
I got it off the curb, yeah
I emerged, n*gga
I'm here now
Conway Machine, b*tch
Griselda, n*gga (Brrt)
Gone