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G Herbo - Machines Lyrics
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[ Featuring Conway the Machine ]

Look, home at the Wims, don't even comb my hair
The bitches smell the money, when I walk in, they noise is flared (ha)
Came from the bottom, shit, I barely had clothes to wear
So give me my roses while I'm here, bitch, it's only fair (give me my flowers)
You know how niggas rockin' over here
Lil' bro just caught his eighth body, before he made it to his Kobe year (shit)
Shit, nigga (made it to twenty-four, yeah)
That nigga caught eight bodies, before he made it to his Kobe year (brrt)
COVID here and everybody masked up
It took six niggas six hours, just to bag up (talk to 'em)
Hold my glass up, sippin' Cruige in a Maybach truck
A real boss gon' make sure all his peoples got they bag up (get your bag, king)
You talk the hardest niggas out, my name get definitely brought up (ha)
But it's deeper than rap, take my racks, invest in a start-up (woo)
When you rich and you black, you become a threat, when you smart enough (talk)
My nigga died while writin' this verse, like my heart ain't dark enough
Shit, made my heart harden up (shit)
Draco put them niggas on spin cycle, we wash 'em up (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
My wrist cost a buck, them bricks bought from us
The big dawg my pups, got switch on the Glocks, they lift off and bust (ha)
They say imitation a form of flattery (aha)
Machine get on a beat, it's assault and battery (hahaha)
Been gettin' so much money, my old bitches is mad at me (ha)
For how I put my new bitch in Gallery, changed her salary (let's get it)

Poppin' ecstasy, addy, 'cause I wasn't tryna sleep
Where I come from, at average, was all savagery
Now the mansions is lavish, I want a half a B
Circumstances was bad, and my bitch as bad as me (you know that)
Bro died for an 8-Ball, he worth a half a key (damn)
His mama still live on the Ave', I still ride past and see (what up?)
How she doin'? In my hood, I got influence
Murder one, I drunk a four
And took a Xan', it made me crash the V (phew)
Niggas talkin' 'bout I'm greedy, I was the last to eat
Black gloves and ski masks, that used to last a week (for real)
A week straight, heart was filled with grief and hate (no doubt)
Shit I been through, lawyer want a 100K
That's a cheap case (let's get it)
Took a loss and missed a show, they want another date
My moms trippin' 'bout the rent, she like two months late (two months late)
I got right back in them trenches, what you mean?
This'll never endin' cycle, my landlord was a fiend, nigga (nigga)
Get out the way when I see red, 'cause you green, nigga ('cause you green, nigga)
Game seven, I was locked in with my team, nigga (let's hit it up)
Played my position, crunch time, I was great at that
Spray that goddamn layback in Maybach, I got a rate at that
Herb' a faker, a creative player, never heard of that
Now I'm major, but I still'll lay down for that murder rap
Was exhausted, missed a couple bosses, ain't deserve to nap
All we know is fag', fag', fag', fag', faggot, get that murder back (grrah)
But I'm calm now, hit my knees and start prayin' with my palms out
I'm a leader and they want me to be strong now
Reachin' for the skies, I can't put my arms down (never)
Glizzy in my left hand, can't put my arm down (not never)
God with me, 'cause I'm alive, devil on my side (still outside)
Daydreamin' while I drive, got me in a trance
Since my brain got advanced, I can't trust my friends (damn)
I'll kill my mans
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Look, home at the Wims, don't even comb my hair
The bitches smell the money, when I walk in, they noise is flared (ha)
Came from the bottom, shit, I barely had clothes to wear
So give me my roses while I'm here, bitch, it's only fair (give me my flowers)
You know how niggas rockin' over here
Lil' bro just caught his eighth body, before he made it to his Kobe year (shit)
Shit, nigga (made it to twenty-four, yeah)
That nigga caught eight bodies, before he made it to his Kobe year (brrt)
COVID here and everybody masked up
It took six niggas six hours, just to bag up (talk to 'em)
Hold my glass up, sippin' Cruige in a Maybach truck
A real boss gon' make sure all his peoples got they bag up (get your bag, king)
You talk the hardest niggas out, my name get definitely brought up (ha)
But it's deeper than rap, take my racks, invest in a start-up (woo)
When you rich and you black, you become a threat, when you smart enough (talk)
My nigga died while writin' this verse, like my heart ain't dark enough
Shit, made my heart harden up (shit)
Draco put them niggas on spin cycle, we wash 'em up (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
My wrist cost a buck, them bricks bought from us
The big dawg my pups, got switch on the Glocks, they lift off and bust (ha)
They say imitation a form of flattery (aha)
Machine get on a beat, it's assault and battery (hahaha)
Been gettin' so much money, my old bitches is mad at me (ha)
For how I put my new bitch in Gallery, changed her salary (let's get it)

Poppin' ecstasy, addy, 'cause I wasn't tryna sleep
Where I come from, at average, was all savagery
Now the mansions is lavish, I want a half a B
Circumstances was bad, and my bitch as bad as me (you know that)
Bro died for an 8-Ball, he worth a half a key (damn)
His mama still live on the Ave', I still ride past and see (what up?)
How she doin'? In my hood, I got influence
Murder one, I drunk a four
And took a Xan', it made me crash the V (phew)
Niggas talkin' 'bout I'm greedy, I was the last to eat
Black gloves and ski masks, that used to last a week (for real)
A week straight, heart was filled with grief and hate (no doubt)
Shit I been through, lawyer want a 100K
That's a cheap case (let's get it)
Took a loss and missed a show, they want another date
My moms trippin' 'bout the rent, she like two months late (two months late)
I got right back in them trenches, what you mean?
This'll never endin' cycle, my landlord was a fiend, nigga (nigga)
Get out the way when I see red, 'cause you green, nigga ('cause you green, nigga)
Game seven, I was locked in with my team, nigga (let's hit it up)
Played my position, crunch time, I was great at that
Spray that goddamn layback in Maybach, I got a rate at that
Herb' a faker, a creative player, never heard of that
Now I'm major, but I still'll lay down for that murder rap
Was exhausted, missed a couple bosses, ain't deserve to nap
All we know is fag', fag', fag', fag', faggot, get that murder back (grrah)
But I'm calm now, hit my knees and start prayin' with my palms out
I'm a leader and they want me to be strong now
Reachin' for the skies, I can't put my arms down (never)
Glizzy in my left hand, can't put my arm down (not never)
God with me, 'cause I'm alive, devil on my side (still outside)
Daydreamin' while I drive, got me in a trance
Since my brain got advanced, I can't trust my friends (damn)
I'll kill my mans
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Writer: Demond Price, Gary Wilson, Herbert Wright, Thelonious Martin
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