The Half

[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 shit your whole life
Even your mama know you just a low life
[?] straps on the Giussepe's nigga
Wig shot, bitches still tell me I'm a sexy nigga (what up baby?)
I hear them sneak dissing, I don't even sweat the nigga (I hear it)
Because Imma beat the brakes of him when I catch the nigga
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
Niggas 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 nigga 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 nigga 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 fuck alot of hoes, homeboy, your bitch next
Bars so hot, when I write I make the pen sweat
Niggas making statements they shouldn't be making (Come on man)
You looking at greatness my nigga, I'm Payton (I'm winning)
I'm setting records these niggas ain't breaking
Breaking in your place and all that shit in your safe's what I'm taking
Married to this money, no wedding ring
Post office flow homie, I'm addressing everything
Niggas 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 nigga 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 nigga
Know what I mean?
Had to show these niggas that I'm still the illest with these bars
Know what I mean?
Niggas running they fucking mouth
You got to show niggas sometimes, know what I mean?
(Conway)