The Half lyrics

[Intro: Conway The Machine]
Uh huh
Yeah

[Verse 1: Conway The Machine]
Keep my cigarillo rolled tight
Waiting for me to fall off, you'll wait your whole life
You ain't never been sh*t your whole life
Even your mama know you just a low life
[?] straps on the Giussepe's n*gga
Wig shot, b*tches still tell me I'm a sexy n*gga (what up baby?)
I hear them sneak dissing, I don't even sweat the n*gga (I hear it)
Because Imma beat the brakes of him when I catch the n*gga
Killa Tone just came home, a low on the way
Take him to 40/40 blow forty K
Go tell them I run the street
KXL send it through and I'm Big Punnin' the beat
One of the illest since B.I.G, I been utter elite
Been the Jigga of my city for ten summers at least
Not signed to a major, I'm independently
Doing it so big I need me a Lil Kimberly
S.E is the gang and I am my own entity
n*ggas shot me but I don't want sympathy for injuries
That just gave me the energy to get back on a killing spree
And kill the whole industry
Won't nothing stop me from what I'm trying to pursue
I'm the illest with the bars my n*gga this what I do
(This what I does)
(Record scratching)

[Verse 2: Conway The Machine]
Yeah
This music is so essential
Move my mama from out of that hood to a residential
Take her off of that bus and put her in back of that Benzo
I'm hoping she can find the strength to forever let that man go
That's why I spit it iller than most
You will never know the feeling behind the wheel of a ghost
Make a toast, for the n*gga that critics consider GOAT
That almost got smoked, still spit it crazy
Bullets still in his throat
My ears and my wrists wet
Life is a casino I ain't cashing in my chips yet
About to f*ck alot of hoes, homeboy, your b*tch next
Bars so hot, when I write I make the pen sweat
n*ggas making statements they shouldn't be making (Come on man)
You looking at greatness my n*gga, I'm Payton (I'm winning)
I'm setting records these n*ggas ain't breaking
Breaking in your place and all that sh*t in your safe's what I'm taking
Married to this money, no wedding ring
Post office flow homie, I'm addressing everything
n*ggas hate me, because they want to be like me
I'm getting money like Mitch and they want to come Uncle Ice me
Any real n*gga can vouch for me
I don't pay my shooters, they do it on the house for me
Put a bullet in your scalp for me
Martin Luther style give it to you on your balcony
(Record scratching)

[Outro]
This how I do it, this how I play n*gga
Know what I mean?
Had to show these n*ggas that I'm still the illest with these bars
Know what I mean?
n*ggas running they f*cking mouth
You got to show n*ggas sometimes, know what I mean?
(Conway)