Testo Chosen Conway The Machine

Chosen

Justice League

They wanna know what I got on the wrist cost me
Plottin' to get it off me, this ain't water, this shit coffee
Brownstones, bitch, this the Cosby's
A nigga still slidin' with sticks [?] cross me
I used to flip doggy, got on my hip
I live [?] if niggas get froggy
Told the record label, "You got forty-eight hours," like Nick [?]
To restructure the deal, the numbers only insult me
They send satelittes to space and it trace an intelligent life when it came across me
Niggas gon' be pourin' out D'Ussé if niggas double cross me
The wrist frosty, the gift godly, y'all Kriss Kross to me
Y'all lil' niggas got it backwards
Bro do the steppin' and he not a capper
Posted black and yellow Maybach
Niggas thinkin' I was cabber
It's not a rapper that I fear, you niggas not affectin'
Yeah, I cross my T's, dotted my I's
Rap nigga still struggle to eat, I'm not surprised
Look, I got it out of the streets and I survived
Third degree, that's from all of the heat that I provide (Woah)

Look, I make them salty motherfucker uncomfortable
'Cause when they see that dog in your heart, they wanna muzzle you
And Weez used to tell me them niggas is drinkin' hundred proof
Thinkin' that they can fuck with you, so give 'em more lines and see a sucker [?]
Machine indestructible, them same brownstones got my bitch lookin' like a young Clair Huxtable
They say, "Machine, it ain't fair if niggas dare fuck with you
It's clear cut that you the king, nigga," yeah

Machine lead the team, I'm runnin' up the seam, nigga
It's like Michael Thomas and Brees, nigga
I took this dope shit, move blocks, I had to sell it like a screen, nigga
Opened up the lead, but we still runnin' these flea flickers
Hm, Skip, that looked really good, Skip
You had to be impressed with what you saw (Drumwork)
I know you liked it, Skip
Look, I'm Slim Reaper when I hit speakers
Runnin' for the full first forty-eight minutes like I don't get breathers
I hit the gym and I suspend leisure
Finna be a hundred emcee, a new champ, and drum swept leaders

And we ain't even break a sweat neither
My scorin' numbers reflect this was my best season
You ain't do enough work at the gym, yo chest weaker
I'm euro-stepping to the rack, got the city on my back, homie
I drop forty, still paddin' up my stats, homie
Deadly as Kobe or Kyrie up in the mask, homie
I got it on lock, it's automatic like I had the mags on me
Telfar, I'm teed in my bag, homie
I'm in the lead with the most M.V.P. votes
I'm king James how I dominated the East coast, uh
And when it's all said and done, it leaves two statistical categories
I'ma lead both, Machine ghost
Tell the truth [?], go ahead [?]
Is it my turn?
No, no, no (Oh), you can say you li–, nod if you like it
I like it

We hold it down, East to West, on both coasts
It's facts, undisputed, we ain't no movin' no goalposts
Our money from the 30 to [?], I cook 'em on slow roast
The other side really want no smoke (Yeah)
We hold it down, East to West, on both coasts
It's facts, undisputed, we ain't no movin' no goalposts
Our money from the 30 to [?], I cook 'em on slow roast
The other side really want no smoke