Conway The Machine – “Half Of It” [Audio, Lyrics]

Throwback to the “Half Of It” track by Famous American rapper, Conway The Machine, produced by Rick Hyde. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download the song.

Conway The Machine Half Of It

Conway The Machine – Half Of It (prod. Rick Hyde)

Lyrics

[Intro]
I been so stressed out lately, nigga, you don’t even know the half of it (Stress)
Get the dread on the line, said, “I need smoke, nigga, bring me a half of it” (Ayo, dread)
I got a little bit of shit from Cookies left but I’m ’bout to smoke the last of it (Roll up)
Hol’ up (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh

[Chorus]
I been so stressed out lately, nigga, you don’t even know the half of it
My homie just finished ten years of his prison sentence, that ain’t even half of it (Free brodie)
I just whipped up another brick—before it even dry, sold half of it (Whip)
The plug love me, he ain’t gotta front me, I got all his money, not half of it
Got my bag up, I’m in this Raf bucket (Hah), from the hood, I never had nothing (Hah)
Bought that bitch some new titties, she already had a fatty and a flat stomach (Hah)
This shit is easy as a free-throw, sellin’ Ps whole, I don’t bag nothin’ (I don’t bag nothin’)
Gettin’ money in the streets, went to my jewelers, spent a nigga’ rap budget (Hah)

[Verse]
I ain’t goin’ for shit, I ain’t hearin’ it (No)
If I gotta up it, I’m clearin’ shit (Brr)
VS on my bustdown, it’s clear as shit (Hah)
You niggas all know what’s up and who year it is (Woo)
You niggas can’t fuck with me, period (Uh uh)
She wanna fuck on her period (What?)
I’m like, “Bitch, you can’t be serious”
New Lambo truck and I’m steerin’ it (Skrrt)
I showed a lot of niggas love
But that same love never get reciprocated (Uh uh)
Even when I put niggas in position, helpin’ niggas get situated (I did)
Change your whole livin’ situation (I did)
But that’s just what real niggas do (Uh uh)
If you my bro, you know I’ll take the shirt off my back
And I’ll give it to you (Facts)
You gotta watch ’em, it’s always a nigga you love that be stealin’ from you (Cap)
I looked in the mirror and I said, “Machine, ain’t nobody that’s realer than you” (Woo)
My lil’ brother upstate
It’s money on his phone when he wanna call home
Told him he ain’t gotta worry ’bout shit
Got a bag waitin’ when my boy home
Keep my brother Goose with me
Everyday he flyest, niggas in Dior Homme (I see you, nigga)
I ain’t gon’ change with my niggas
No, not for no fame or no bitches, no
I took a loss, niggas thought I was broke
When I needed niggas, them niggas ain’t show
I had to get it the best way I know
I just reminded myself I’m the GOAT
Now every ball, I get straight off the boat
Gold on my neck like I’m still sellin’ dope
If I only see you when I got a show
You ain’t really my nigga, and that’s how I know
Fake love, fake love (Uh), I don’t do the fake love (Uh huh)
Talkin’ down behind my back (What)
Nah, homie, that ain’t love (Talk to ’em)
I just did another show (Woo), filled another safe up (A million)
Take the stick on tour (Hah), all my niggas Drac’d up (Brr)
Look, I just stayed down and I levelled up
Look how I’m stackin’ my cheddar up
VS the bezel up, got all my niggas
We standin’ on couches and we fuckin’ [?] up
Bitches can’t hear that Maybach engine revvin’ up
I ain’t gon’ fuck if she average or regular
I make a call, brodie pickin’ his FN up
I’m the Machine, I don’t see no competitors (Brr) yeah (Talk to ’em)
I make a call, brodie pickin’ his FN up
I’m the Machine, I don’t see no competitors, yeah

[Interlude]
Machine, bitch
Yeah, look what I became, nigga, hmm
Look what y’all niggas made me
Yeah, yeah, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
I been so stressed out lately, nigga, you don’t even know the half of it (The half)
My homie just finished ten years of his prison sentence, that ain’t even half of it (Free the brodie)
I just whipped up another brick—before it even dry, sold half of it (Yeah, yeah)
The plug love me, he ain’t gotta front me, I got all his money, not half of it (I got it all)
Got my bag up, I’m in this Raf bucket (Hah), from the hood, I never had nothing (I never had shit)
Bought that bitch some new titties, she already had a fatty and a flat stomach (Hahahaha)
This shit is easy as a free throw, sellin’ Ps whole, I don’t bag nothin’ (You do bag up)
Gettin’ money in the streets, went to my jeweler’s, spent a nigga’ rap budget (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ah)

[Outro]
Yeah
You fuck-niggas can’t fuck with me, nigga
I’m the realest nigga I know, nigga
Ask niggas
Ask niggas how I give it up, nigga
I got to be the realest nigga in this shit
Know what I mean?
I ain’t never switched up on the bros
You know what I mean?
Teflon love for all my niggas that’s solid
Yeah
Rick Hyde
It was time, baby
We got these niggas in a chokehold right now, nigga
Yeah, gone