State lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Conway The Machine n*gga
Mephux, what up n*gga?

[Verse 1]
(Uh) Throw the gloves on I'm bagging up food
You be hard pressed to find another rapper this rude
Versace robe at my show, "Ravishing" Rick Rude
I left the stage, and two stabbings ensued
I'm clapping this tool, facts, I even had it at school
Then it's to the block where the packages move
Every rap spewed, another rapper gets chewed
I leveled up my bag and came back with big jewels
Look I told that b*tch I ain't no average dude
She sucked di*k on one knee, she did the Kaepernick move
I was bagging fish
Trash bag on the stick
Get to clapping this b*tch
I leave a n*gga back with big wounds
Only getting better homie I had to improve
The illest rapper alive, Whoa, I just had to prove
A year ago, now these n*ggas fear the flow
I scratch out the serial numbers on every ratchet I use
Motherf*cker
[Chorus - scratches]
The illest rapper alive, Whoa
The illest rapper alive (boom boom boom boom!)
The illest rapper alive, Whoa
Only getting better homie I had to improve

[Verse 2]
Pushing the 2021 Benz, hit my reefer
They say "How you get rich so fast?" The bricks got cheaper
And it's gonna cost you a 30 piece to get my feature
All I do is takeover when I spit my ether
Nieman and Saks Fifth is where I get my sneakers
If she suck good and she a loyal b*tch I'll keep her
I might take her out the hood and make her a believer
Chanel drip, I double c the feet up
My bag getting crazy now these rappers can't keep up
If you really want an issue with Machine, n*gga speak up
Give you the magazine, AR issue
Hitting your back and spleen, AR missiles
Got rich off the stove, pyrex, and the digi-scale
Now a n*gga eating off downloads and digi-sales
Shell catchers catching the blicky shells
Bring them n*ggas with you they can get hit as well
n*gga

[Chorus]
The illest rapper alive, Whoa
The illest rapper alive (boom boom boom!)
The illest rapper alive, Whoa
Only getting better homie I had to improve