Believe Me lyrics

[Intro: Conway the Machine]
—In, n*gga (It's only a movie)
It's not funny
You were scared, weren't you?
I wasn't that scared
Ah, woo, woo! (Conductor)
Turn that beat up, turn my headphones up (Conductor)
I'm the best, I'm the f*cking best! (Yeah, yo)
Check the stats
Conductor, we have a problem
Conductor, we have a problem, Conductor
Conductor, we have a problem
Conductor, we have a problem
Conductor, we have a problem
Con— (Uh)

[Verse: Conway the Machine]
Check the stats (Uh-huh)
Machine the waviest since Max, n*gga, facts (Woo!)
The real is back (The real is back, n*gga)
I don't carе who you shot, your G pass revoked, you just a rat (Rat ass n*gga)
Pin your diva to the mat likе a wrestler match and don't text her back (Hahaha)
I only want top, don't hit me up just to chat
I'm playing chess with rap but I'm treating it like a checkers match (Uh-huh)
sh*t has gotten easy, you gotta king me (What you mean?)
Yeah, I wear all my jewelry, every city, don't gotta check for me
Gs in every city gon' hold me down without a question
Down a n*gga for me and add to his body collection (Boom, boom, boom!)
Album after album, boy, I did what they was not expecting (Conduc—)
That's what you call impressive, sh*t (Hahahaha)
I'm back active holding rap captive (Uh-huh)
These black bast*rds drop back to back to back classics (Ah!)
Yeah, Machine back spazzing
Shot in my back, so when it rain, be having back spazzes (Talk to 'em!)
The double R truck, I matte black'd it (Uh-huh)
They love me in Detroit, in L.A., I'm Matt Stafford (Woo!)
Yeah, three bodies, same day, that boy Mad Max'd it (Ah huh)
Uh, I like bad b*tches that act ratchet (Bad!)
That contract, I need the max like Lamar Jackson (Bag)
She post a picture on her 'Gram and I double tapped it
In her DMs, shooting my shot like I'm John Paxson (Hahaha)
Yeah, and that sh*t was a game winner
Tonight, I'm hitting her and her homie that came wit' her (Ooh)
Your b*tch chose me (Conductor), homie, you know the game, n*gga (You know the game)
I don't write verses, I paint pictures (Uh-huh)
My street resume, boy, don't got a stain, n*gga (Not at all)
You know the name, n*gga, Machine
[Outro]
Say, listen, daddio, you think, uh
If you not busy later, you could, uh, drop by my pad?
Well, I gotta think about that, baby, alright?
But look here, you be cool, alright?
I mean maybe we get together later and wrap a taste on it, huh?
Huh, can you dig that, baby? (I can dig it)
Can you dig it, baby? (I can dig it)
Okay, baby (Uh, ohh!)