Look, I'm the new king, I'm the new terror (uh-huh)
The hardest niggas out since the Wu era (cap)
Lotta blemishes on your record, it's a few errors
So you built the brand off of cap like new era (hahaha)
Yeah, still a two thousand dollar shoe wearer
Christian Loubs, I got a few pair of, two-door coupe steerer
New fear of God on my body, somethin' to shoot nearer
There's a booth near, I'm in that bitch spittin' truth serums
You hear 'em? They haven't found a nigga better yet (not at all)
They said that grimy rap was dead, I came and resurrected it (woo)
Never bet against Machine, I'm forever blessed (yeah)
Why my wrist and neck look like I found a buried treasure chest? (Ha)
Let's reflect, let the record show
Everywhere I go, I step with sket
If it's pressure, I address the threat (what's poppin'?)
You owe me spread, I'm sendin' shots to collect the debt (uh-huh)
We don't tolerate no disrespect (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Check, check, check, one-two
One-two, one-two
I ain't done, nigga
F*ck nigga-nigga we aim-we-we-aim
We aim to bang toast
F*ck nigga-nigga we aim-we-we-aim
We aim to bang toast
Look, five hundred for the Keith and James (uh-huh)
If it's beef, nigga, we gon' leave your street in flames (brr)
Please refrain, think about it 'fore you speak my name
'Cause you gon' get a wig shot and lose a piece of brain (boom, boom)
Drumwork, nigga, we the gang (ha)
Nigga that robbed me got smoked, we let him keep the chains (hahaha)
Huh, I ain't no rapper, don't think we the same (not at all)
'Cause we gon' clip one of you niggas if you leave your lane
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Don't get somethin' spilled on you, it's gon' leave a stain
We do evil things, we gon' squeeze and aim, lemon squeezers (brr)
My homie was sellin' kis, he was seein' change (ha)
He kept playin' with them people then the Rico came (cap)
Sell the fish raw, I could cook it for him (whip up)
Fifty racks'd have his own homies lookin' for him (ha)
Miseducation when I push the foreign (vroom)
Only thing this shit missin' is a hook from Lauryn (hahaha)
Yeah, ha ha ha
Yeah
F*ck nigga we-we aim-we
We aim to bang toast
F*ck nigga we-we aim-we-we
We aim to bang toast
I-i shoot enough, I shoot enough
Your fav-your-favorite rapper
I shoot enough, your fav-your-fav-your-fav-your-favorite rapper
I shoot enough, your fav-your-fav-your-fav-your-favorite rapper
I shoot enough, your-fav-your-favorite rapper
His little angel chains broke, nigga (hahaha)
Conway the Machine - Toast Lyrics
Conway the Machine - Toast Lyrics
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Look, I'm the new king, I'm the new terror (uh-huh)
The hardest niggas out since the Wu era (cap)
Lotta blemishes on your record, it's a few errors
So you built the brand off of cap like new era (hahaha)
Yeah, still a two thousand dollar shoe wearer
Christian Loubs, I got a few pair of, two-door coupe steerer
New fear of God on my body, somethin' to shoot nearer
There's a booth near, I'm in that bitch spittin' truth serums
You hear 'em? They haven't found a nigga better yet (not at all)
They said that grimy rap was dead, I came and resurrected it (woo)
Never bet against Machine, I'm forever blessed (yeah)
Why my wrist and neck look like I found a buried treasure chest? (Ha)
Let's reflect, let the record show
Everywhere I go, I step with sket
If it's pressure, I address the threat (what's poppin'?)
You owe me spread, I'm sendin' shots to collect the debt (uh-huh)
We don't tolerate no disrespect (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Check, check, check, one-two
One-two, one-two
I ain't done, nigga
F*ck nigga-nigga we aim-we-we-aim
We aim to bang toast
F*ck nigga-nigga we aim-we-we-aim
We aim to bang toast
Look, five hundred for the Keith and James (uh-huh)
If it's beef, nigga, we gon' leave your street in flames (brr)
Please refrain, think about it 'fore you speak my name
'Cause you gon' get a wig shot and lose a piece of brain (boom, boom)
Drumwork, nigga, we the gang (ha)
Nigga that robbed me got smoked, we let him keep the chains (hahaha)
Huh, I ain't no rapper, don't think we the same (not at all)
'Cause we gon' clip one of you niggas if you leave your lane
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Don't get somethin' spilled on you, it's gon' leave a stain
We do evil things, we gon' squeeze and aim, lemon squeezers (brr)
My homie was sellin' kis, he was seein' change (ha)
He kept playin' with them people then the Rico came (cap)
Sell the fish raw, I could cook it for him (whip up)
Fifty racks'd have his own homies lookin' for him (ha)
Miseducation when I push the foreign (vroom)
Only thing this shit missin' is a hook from Lauryn (hahaha)
Yeah, ha ha ha
Yeah
F*ck nigga we-we aim-we
We aim to bang toast
F*ck nigga we-we aim-we-we
We aim to bang toast
I-i shoot enough, I shoot enough
Your fav-your-favorite rapper
I shoot enough, your fav-your-fav-your-fav-your-favorite rapper
I shoot enough, your fav-your-fav-your-fav-your-favorite rapper
I shoot enough, your-fav-your-favorite rapper
His little angel chains broke, nigga (hahaha)
The hardest niggas out since the Wu era (cap)
Lotta blemishes on your record, it's a few errors
So you built the brand off of cap like new era (hahaha)
Yeah, still a two thousand dollar shoe wearer
Christian Loubs, I got a few pair of, two-door coupe steerer
New fear of God on my body, somethin' to shoot nearer
There's a booth near, I'm in that bitch spittin' truth serums
You hear 'em? They haven't found a nigga better yet (not at all)
They said that grimy rap was dead, I came and resurrected it (woo)
Never bet against Machine, I'm forever blessed (yeah)
Why my wrist and neck look like I found a buried treasure chest? (Ha)
Let's reflect, let the record show
Everywhere I go, I step with sket
If it's pressure, I address the threat (what's poppin'?)
You owe me spread, I'm sendin' shots to collect the debt (uh-huh)
We don't tolerate no disrespect (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Check, check, check, one-two
One-two, one-two
I ain't done, nigga
F*ck nigga-nigga we aim-we-we-aim
We aim to bang toast
F*ck nigga-nigga we aim-we-we-aim
We aim to bang toast
Look, five hundred for the Keith and James (uh-huh)
If it's beef, nigga, we gon' leave your street in flames (brr)
Please refrain, think about it 'fore you speak my name
'Cause you gon' get a wig shot and lose a piece of brain (boom, boom)
Drumwork, nigga, we the gang (ha)
Nigga that robbed me got smoked, we let him keep the chains (hahaha)
Huh, I ain't no rapper, don't think we the same (not at all)
'Cause we gon' clip one of you niggas if you leave your lane
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Don't get somethin' spilled on you, it's gon' leave a stain
We do evil things, we gon' squeeze and aim, lemon squeezers (brr)
My homie was sellin' kis, he was seein' change (ha)
He kept playin' with them people then the Rico came (cap)
Sell the fish raw, I could cook it for him (whip up)
Fifty racks'd have his own homies lookin' for him (ha)
Miseducation when I push the foreign (vroom)
Only thing this shit missin' is a hook from Lauryn (hahaha)
Yeah, ha ha ha
Yeah
F*ck nigga we-we aim-we
We aim to bang toast
F*ck nigga we-we aim-we-we
We aim to bang toast
I-i shoot enough, I shoot enough
Your fav-your-favorite rapper
I shoot enough, your fav-your-fav-your-fav-your-favorite rapper
I shoot enough, your fav-your-fav-your-fav-your-favorite rapper
I shoot enough, your-fav-your-favorite rapper
His little angel chains broke, nigga (hahaha)
Writer: Demond Price
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network