[Intro: Conway the Machine]

Yeah (Brr), uh

(Brr, brr, brr)

(Brr, brr, brr)

Machine

(Brr)

It's not a game, nigga (Brr, brr)

It’s not a fuckin' game, nigga (Brr, brr, brr)

Look, look

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]

Ayo, I use the Arm & Hammer just to fluff my brick

Say what I wanna say and I don't give a fuck, I’m rich (Ahh)

Tuck my fifth, don't hesitate to bust my shit

I tell you niggas like Kyrie, "Suck my dick" (Hahahaha)

I don't trust a soul, I don't even trust my bitch (Uh-uh)

Before I fall in love, I'd rather cut my wrist (Ahh)

I sweat Ace of Spades, nigga, that's how much I sip

Body a rap nigga quick before the Dutch got twist

(Ayo, let's roll somethin')

Yeah, the shotty ring, this shit is not a thing (Uh-huh)

The chopper make your body lean, my niggas body things (Brr)

Uh, I’m with the jackboys, I’m with the robbin' team (Uh-huh)

On my mama, I never rocked a pair of Robin jeans (Hahahaha)

Everything I jot is mean, how you gon’ stop Machine?

My name, it probably ring like Las Vegas slot machines

The MAC by my pelvis in my Helmut Lang (Uh-huh)

The shells'll bang, make everything outta your helmet hang

Uh, the mayo jar was Hellmann's when I swirled the 'caine

Then I wrapped the yayo up in cellophane (Woo)

My shooter got Dame Lillard from the elbow aim

I thought of that while I was courtside at the Melo game (Ahh)

Bricks are off-white, I imported some (Uh-huh)

Whippin’ all night until the mornin' come (All night, nigga)

Still pitchin' long nights until my fortune come

That's big checks on the side like the Off-White Jordan 1s, ugh!

[Chorus: Conway the Machine]

Ayo, they think this shit a game, nigga (This shit a game, nigga)

Ayo, they think this shit a game (This shit a game, oh word?)

Ayo, they think this shit a game

Until I pull up, let it ring (Let it ring)

Until I pull up, let it ring (Let it ring)

Until I pull up, let it ring

Ayo, they think this shit a game, nigga (This shit a game, nigga)

Ayo, they think this shit a game (This shit a game, huh?)

Ayo, they think this shit a game

Until I pull up, let it bang, nigga (Let it bang, nigga)

Until I pull up, let it bang (Let it bang)

Until I pull up, let it–

[Verse 2: Eminem]

I used to be a man of the people

Hit the clubs and mingle (What up?)

Used to dream one day I'd be fuckin' P!nk, like a flamingo (P!nk)

That was back when I smoked Canibus (What?)

Man, but it was tough, 'cause I was a fan of his

So it sucked to hand him his ass, but

Yeah, lookin' back on my feuds

How me and Ja Rule almost got cool

'Cause we shot pool back in '01

Was it '02? I don't know, but

Something told me fuckin' not to

Then we got stuck in high school

I shoved an Oscar up his wazoo

Yeah, shout to Puffy Combs, but fuck Revolt

Y'all are like a fucked up remote (Ha-ha)

Now I get it why our button's broke

'Cause you press him but he don't do nothing though (Damn it)

'Specially when it comes to punches thrown

You motherfuckers keep wantin' smoke

So the blunt is rolled, take another toke

Of the spliff and inhale

'Cause all you're gonna get is an "L,"

And smoked like a fuckin' roach

So we don't got nothing in common, not even a fuckin' cold

Or nasal issue if it comes to blows

Wasted tissue, tell this journalist

Stick to the stuff he knows

Like always runnin' from Migos

Here a mic, there a mic, everywhere a mic

Share and share alike, but just don't compare alike

Instead of comparin' me, pick a fairer fight

Compare me to lightnin', that similarity's strikin'

Compare me to Jaws

Compare me to Manson, Marilyn or Charles

Compare me to Nas, Biggie, or Pac

Do not compare me to that Iggy bitch

Or all this fuckin' Milli Vanilli hip-hop

This is where all that silly shit stops

Compare me to the pistol that triggered this thought

The semi, the Glock, 9 millis get cocked

I'm sendin' a shot, don't come around

With them floss raps tryna stunt

Compare me to Meek, big wheelies get popped

One by one

Compare 'em to scabs, I'm pickin' them off

Then goin' home to fuck Nicki Minaj, aw

Compare me to Diggedy-Das, yah

I'm hickity-hittin' it raw, ha

In a beat up trailer, now

Shady meets Griselda

Yeah, we linked up and we inked a deal

I got a beast, I will leash Godzilla

How can we be so hella—copped a motherfuckin' attitude

I'm gonna need propellers

The chopper, the Machine Gun killer

Gunn and The Machine, the simi—larities

Stop there between Kelly and Conway

But fuck that little blond bitch too

RIP Mac Miller

But come and get it if you think that shit a—

[Chorus: Conway the Machine]

Ayo, they think this shit a game, nigga (This shit a game, nigga)

Ayo, they think this shit a game (This shit a game, oh word?)

Ayo, they think this shit a game

Until I pull up, let it ring (Let it ring)

Until I pull up, let it ring (Let it ring)

Until I pull up, let it ring

Ayo, they think this shit a game, nigga (This shit a game, nigga)

Ayo, they think this shit a game (This shit a game, huh?)

Ayo, they think this shit a game

Until I pull up, let it bang, nigga (Let it bang, nigga)

Until I pull up, let it bang (Let it bang)

Until I pull up, let it–