Conway The Machine – “200 Pies” [Audio, Lyrics]

Hiphop act, Conway The Machine returns with The Alchemist-produced “200 Pies” track featuring 2 Chainz. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download the song.

Conway The Machine 200 Pies

Surrounded by dreamy pitched-up vocal samples, Chainz and Conway trade bars on “200 Pies.” Production-wise, it’s almost an extension of Benny The Butcher’s “Plug Talk.” From the trenches to the top of the rap game, the two rappers detail their rise as bosses with references to everything from Death Row to Bonzi Wells’s start with the Portland Trailblazers.

Conway The Machine – 200 Pies (ft. 2 Chainz) (prod. The Alchemist)

Lyrics

[Intro: Conway the Machine]
I feel wonderful, hahahaha
I feel amazin’, nigga, haha
Oh my fuckin’ God, nigga (Yeah)
Rich as a bitch right now (Look, uh)

[Chorus: Conway the Machine]
Hundred racks in my sweatpants
Did my scorin’ in Portland, I’m Bonzi Wells with the headband (Woo)
Build the next powerhouse record label, that was my next plan (Talk to ’em)
DrumWork like Death Row in the ’90s mixed with Def Jam (Hah)
We the def squad, but I shoot solo, I’m Redman (Brrt)
Right hand holdin’ the steering wheel, bustin’ back with my left hand (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
I’m still bustin’ down the Presidential Rolex band (Uh-huh)
Every day I collect bands, Lambo truck color eggplant (Talk to ’em)

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Look, you get fronted a brick, better stack what you made (Hah)
Stack up and save, made the plug happy that you came back and you paid
If not, you buyin’ one and he gon’ front you one (He gon’ front you)
Then you turn that two to three or four then watch that money come (Whip up)
Seem like the last three or four years, I been on a money run (I been eatin’)
New business endeavours, so this year, I’m on another run
How you talkin’ crazy on your songs when you don’t bust your gun?
Niggas runnin’ down, checkin’ your tats like, “Where the fuck you from?” (Where you from, pussy?)
Like, “Nigga, what you claim?” (Hah)
And I know them Blood homies, they gon’ come and let it bang (Hah)
And I know some Crip homies that’s gon’ come and do the same (Yeah)
I’m neutral but respected ’cause I been puttin’ in pain, nigga (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

[Interlude: Conway the Machine]
Yeah
Ayo, bro, ayy, let me see that newspaper

[Chorus: Conway the Machine]
Yeah, hundred racks in my sweatpants
Did my scorin’ in Portland, I’m Bonzi Wells with the headband
Build the next powerhouse record label, that was the next plan (Hah)
DrumWork like Death Row in the ’90s mixed with Def Jam (Hahahaha)
We the def squad, but I shoot solo, I’m Redman (Brrt)
Right hand holdin’ the steering wheel, bustin’ back with my left hand (Brrt)
I’m still bustin’ down the Presidential Rolex band (You see the bust)
Every day I collect bands, Lambo truck color eggplant, nigga

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I’m sittin’ now Indian style, prayin’, pistol out
The girl I’m with, I love her so much, I kiss her in the mouth
If I didn’t have a job, I guess I’d rob
If I didn’t have a brick, I guess I’d try to hit a lick
But if I didn’t have a bitch, would that never exist? It never happened
Think where you would be if I wasn’t trappin’
Think where you would be if I didn’t sacrifice and make this shit happen (Happen)
Before standin’ ovations, gun clappin’, grrah
Two hundred pies in the trunk on 285 (’85)
Valley of death, you’d be surprised if you make it alive (Alive)
They won’t collide when they find out I’m the chief of the tribe
So much dope under my mattress, have to sleep on my side (Woo)
I’m a money-getter, business leader, vibe-reader
I bear arms like wifebeaters, VVSs, icicles
Her thighs thicker, she gon’ ride it like a bicycle
Oh, we gon’ come with plenty weed and we gon’ buy liquor (Liquor)
See, this that down south, bar for bar, por favor
A rest in peace Twin, Fourth Ward Boulevard
I walk around Atlanta and don’t have a bodyguard
It make my wife nervous (Nervous), it makes me more assertive (Right)
It make me more alert, I pray a fan don’t get burnt (Burnt)
I pray I use my instincts and everything I learned
I might bust a juug right now and do it for the love (Love)
I heard they dropped your new shit and didn’t nobody budge
Toni (Toni)

[Interlude: Conway the Machine]
Yeah

[Chorus: Conway the Machine]
Hundred racks in my sweatpants
Did my scorin’ in Portland, I’m Bonzi Wells with the headband
Build the next powerhouse record label, that was the next plan
DrumWork like Death Row in the ’90s mixed with Def Jam (Def Jam)
We the def squad, but I shoot solo, I’m Redman
Right hand holdin’ the steering wheel, bustin’ back with my left hand
I’m still bustin’ down the Presidential Rolex band
Every day I collect bands, Lambo truck color eggplant, nigga