CONWAY THE MACHINE feat EMINEM - Bang Chords and Lyrics

This single was released on 19 July 2019.



SongRating: 9/10

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Scale: Eb Minor
Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 72
Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU
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[INTRO]

[Intro: Conway the Machine]
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Yeah (Brr), uh
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(Brr, brr, brr)
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(Brr, brr, brr)
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Machine
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(Brr)
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It's not a game, nigga (Brr, brr)
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It's not a fuckin' game, nigga (Brr, brr, brr)
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Look, look

[VERSE]

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
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Ayo, I use the Arm & Hammer just to fluff my brick
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Say what I wanna say and I don't give a fuck, I'm rich (Ahh)
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Tuck my fifth, don't hesitate to bust my shit
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I tell you niggas like Kyrie, "Suck my dick" (Hahahaha)

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I don't trust a soul, I don't even trust my bitch (Uh-uh)
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Before I fall in love, I'd rather cut my wrist (Ahh)
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I sweat Ace of Spades, nigga, that's how much I sip
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Body a rap nigga quick before the Dutch got twist

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(Ayo, let's roll somethin')

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Yeah, the shotty ring, this shit is not a thing (Uh-huh)
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The chopper make your body lean, my niggas body things (Brr)
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Uh, I'm with the jackboys, I'm with the robbin' team (Uh-huh)
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On my mama, I never rocked a pair of Robin jeans (Hahahaha)

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Everything I jot is mean, how you gon' stop Machine?
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My name, it probably ring like Las Vegas slot machines
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The MAC by my pelvis in my Helmut Lang (Uh-huh)
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The shells'll bang, make everything outta your helmet hang

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Uh, the mayo jar was Hellmann's when I swirled the 'caine
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Then I wrapped the yayo up in cellophane (Woo)
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My shooter got Dame Lillard from the elbow aim
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I thought of that while I was courtside at the Melo game (Ahh)

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Bricks are off-white, I imported some (Uh-huh)
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Whippin' all night until the mornin' come (All night, nigga)
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Still pitchin' long nights until my fortune come
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That's big checks on the side like the Off-White Jordan 1s, ugh!
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[CHORUS: Conway the Machine]
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Ayo, they think this shit a game, nigga (This shit a game, nigga)
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Ayo, they think this shit a game (This shit a game, oh word?)
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Ayo, they think this shit a game
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Until I pull up, let it ring (Let it ring)
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Until I pull up, let it ring (Let it ring)
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Until I pull up, let it ring

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Ayo, they think this shit a game, nigga (This shit a game, nigga)
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Ayo, they think this shit a game (This shit a game, huh?)
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Ayo, they think this shit a game
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Until I pull up, let it bang, nigga (Let it bang, nigga)
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Until I pull up, let it bang (Let it bang)
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Until I pull up, let it–

[VERSE 2: Eminem]
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I used to be a man of the people
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Hit the clubs and mingle (What up?)
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Used to dream one day I'd be fuckin' pink like a flamingo (Pink)
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That was back when I smoked Canibus

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Man, but it was tough, 'cause I was a fan of his
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So it sucked to hand him his ass, but

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Yeah, lookin' back on my feuds
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How me and Ja Rule almost got cool
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'Cause we shot pool back in '01
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Was it '02? I don't know, but
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Something told me fuckin' not to
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Then we got stuck in high school, I shoved an Oscar up his wazoo
 
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Yeah, but I think of the rappers I slayed and buried like every night
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And every career I might've killed, sometimes I say a prayer and I
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Wonder is there a heaven for a G? And if so, is the sanctuary nice?
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Studios for rap like Coolio, shootin' craps at gangster's paradise
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Huh, here a mic, there a mic
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Everywhere a mic, share and share alike
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But just don't compare alike
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Instead of comparin' me, pick a fair fight

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Compare me to lightnin', that similarity's strikin'
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Compare me to Jaws
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Compare me to Manson, Marilyn or Charles
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Compare me to Nas, Biggie, or Pac

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Do not compare me to that Iggy bitch
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Or all this fuckin' Milli Vanilli hip-hop
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This is where all that silly shit stops
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Compare me to the pistol that triggered this thought

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The semi, the Glock, 9 millis get cocked, I'm sending a shot
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Don't come around with them floss raps tryna stunt
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Compare me to Meek, big wheelies get popped

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One by one, compare 'em to scabs, I'm picking them off
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They're going home to fuck Nicki Minaj, aw
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Compare me to Diggity-Das, yah
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I'm hickity-hitting it raw, ha
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In the trailer park (Haha)
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Told her I'd play the part like Kanan Stark's
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Ate her twat like a Tater Tot, oh shit

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Get the strap like a trainin' bra
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Lunchtime like at eight-o'clock
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But Shady's not for the faint of heart
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Goin' at these pricks like Lorena Bobbitt
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Y'all want drama, we can make a scary movie like Marlon Wayans
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Y'all lookin' at the charred remains of Charlamagne tha God
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Slim whip, Westside, and Conway are not playin'
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I cock back, aim, and I spray ya like (Bang)

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