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Conway the Machine - Meth Back! (Official Visualizer) ft. Method Man, SK Da King, Flee Lord
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Conway the Machine
Conway the Machine
Vocals
Method Man
Method Man
Vocals
SK Da King
SK Da King
Vocals
Flee Lord
Flee Lord
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cliffard Smith
Cliffard Smith
Songwriter
David Paul Cordova
David Paul Cordova
Songwriter
Paul Ross
Paul Ross
Songwriter
Demond Price
Demond Price
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Daringer
Daringer
Producer
Rook Flair Of J.U.S.T.I.C.E League
Rook Flair Of J.U.S.T.I.C.E League
Mixing Engineer
Mark Christensen
Mark Christensen
Mastering Engineer
Nick Cavalieri
Nick Cavalieri
Engineer
Sloan Welsch
Sloan Welsch
Recording Engineer
Cris Douglas
Cris Douglas
Recording Engineer
Elijah Hooks
Elijah Hooks
Recording Engineer
Carl Urban
Carl Urban
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
High and low, high and scared, Pretty Tony, we iron them
Cream chocolate deluxe, loaded up in the lion's den
If I ain't him, they lyin' then
Need to shape up Alana men
Lie again, and him wound up in the casket, he lyin' then
Alrighty then
Try me, see they ain't winning, but I ain't them
Any my friends are in any conversation that I am in
I'm dope, heads be knottin' like dope
There's no denyin' if my block sell dope
I'm a product of my environment
The work I'm supplying if y'all just workers providing then
Is drum work by headshots, like early retirement
I earned my title through lack of early entitlement
Till I was titled rich, I ain't even know what entitled meant
That's wordplay, found my best words on my worst day
My earth say put him back in the box, happy dirt day, y'all heard me
Man, the machine comes with the cream
Load them things and do 'em dirty until my conscience is clean
Like RJ Payne, what are y'all saying?
Not sure, but all this spit will put out all y'all flames
I'm short, like life insurance, put out all your claims
Then I'm back to my bucket list to scratch out all y'all names
M.E.T.H.O.D, oh yes, OG
Killa bees, we got them buzzing, y'all some S.O.B.s
Time's up, like OC, gotta keep it light, lowkey
I ain't come here to be polite, just keep them lights on me
[Chorus]
Bitch, this a stick up
I want the jewelry, I want your wallet, get them chips up
Get on the floor, hand on the four, nobody get up
Keep it cool, don't make a move, keep your lips hushed
Won't be no hiccups
Trap money before the deal, bitch, we been up
Who's right behind me and they blick up?
****, keep fucking around like you can't get touched
We come and stick up
It's gon' be a stickup
[Verse 2]
Okay, National Geographic, I'm passionate with the ratchet
Coke game was a classic, I taxed it, but then I passed it
My yay was that butter, yo ock, we never stutter
Three Ds on the roof, they used to watch me every summer
Shaolin in buff, a lot of brown in the cup
It's a army that's around me out of town in them trucks
Lot of rounds in the cut, jot it down if it's tough
He'd a melt all the snow till you drown in the slush
Two scales on the counter, new sales all around us
Stay flier than the drone so the feds wanna drown us
Mask on, filling up the duffle till the cash gone
Loading up my while my lady put her lash on
We the Empire State, big stick by the safe
Team sick by the way you get clip by the K
Meditating smoking, I be talking to P
Spitting survival of the fittest while I walk down these streets
[Chorus]
Bitch, this a stick up
I want the jewelry, I want your wallet, get them chips up
Get on the floor, hand on the four, nobody get up
Keep it cool, don't make a move, keep your lips hushed
Won't be no hiccups
Trap money before the deal, bitch, we been up
Who's right behind me and they blick up?
****, keep fucking around like you can't get touched
We come and stick up
It's gon' be a stickup
[Verse 3]
Okay, it's drum work and the drum work and the gun work
So it's him or me, whatever come first
I done worst, been chosen from birth
Just think of phone sex, they couldn't come close
Catch a sun stroke
Oh, you got heart? I blow it out, followed by blunt smoke
It's on, I'm up first
Watch 'em every step, like a upskirt
Like my trust broke, snatch his kid, how much his son worth?
They still ain't find him after a month search
It's too much dirt, they let it go, too much work
His fan can't keep goin', it's too much heard
He see all the shots fly up close, he got the floor view
Shout out to King James, I just upped the score too
That mag got kick like a horseshoe, he gon' need a horseshoe, it's World War II if you push me
Bet won't nobody pull through, this life we in that we was born to we was forced to
But whether you die, it's your choice to
Get down or lay down, it's on you
It's awful how I off that boy and act cordial like it's normal
Like a **** model, middle fingers to the court room
Mothafucka
[Verse 4]
Yeah, real dope boy shit, used to throw money and strokers
Moved out the hood, still get my grass cut by a smoker
My brody in the feds, he a got an iPhone and a poker
Pack shopping the Denver plug, getting me good numbers like Joker
It's nothing to throw off, five-hundred-pound order at you, I fuck with the grower
If **** even look wrong, brody upping his blower
I could meet a bitch tonight, but after I fuck her, I don't know her
Shootin' out the back of her eyes, seven-crime legend
I'm tryna stack this money tall as a **** that's standin' 5' 7"
**** ain't stoppin', I'm blockin' my breasters, told that ho
She lucky to even be here in my presence
She took a PJ before, but not the jumble
Used to get a block and sell it four-way for the matrumble, my vision is tunnel
My kicks is twenty-two hundel, I spent through the jungle
If you can sell it, then I can front you, ****
You can give me any drug, we sell a lot of it
The rumor is, we was fuckin' with boy, no payin' part of this shit
In Venice, Italy, penne arrabbiata this
****, we ball enough gas, we on a water taxi
Drum work
Written by: Cliffard Smith, Clifford Wesley Smith Jr, David Paul Cordova, Demond Price, Paul Ross, Paul Ross Jr, Thomas Angelo Paladino
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