Conway the Machine – Raw Oysters (Audio, Lyrics)

Conway the Machine is here with “Raw Oysters”. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Daringer.

Conway The Machine Raw Oysters

Conway The Machine has reason to be proud, having turned in one of the year’s best performances with three stellar albums — including one of 2020’s best in From King To A God. And with his Shady Records debut set to land next year, Conway opted to close out December with a Deluxe Edition upgrade to his latest effort. As expected, the beats are spooky and the bars are incredible, qualities exemplified by the Daringer-laced opening track “Raw Oysters,” an atmospheric dose of that classic Griselda sound.

As previously touched on in “Spurs 3” among other standout From King cuts, Conway’s apparent frustration with being overlooked continues to drive him, venomously reflecting on the influence he and his compatriots have been widely uncredited for. “Machine, you made me wanna rap again,” your favorite rapper say / Snatch a page from my book, get all the praise and all the accolades,” he raps, catching a slick pocket. “Before that, they autotune, stuck in that lean and snappin’ days / Now they who brought it back, what all the blogs and podcasts will say.” True, we did say that, didn’t we?

Conway the Machine – Raw Oysters (prod. Daringer)

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, haha
It feels so good to be back, uh
You know, we started this shit, nigga
Ayy, Daringer, we started this shit
These niggas pussy, man (Yeah)
Look at these niggas’ faces
Look

[Chorus]
Started with O’s, I ended with ki’s (Ah)
You know how I roll, my pole in my jeans (Yeah)
I’m wipin’ your nose, you knows what I mean (Ah)
You know how it go, you know the Machine
My little woe, he only nineteen
But he be on go, my nigga not green
My nigga be low, my nigga not seen
Just know he up it and smoke anything (Brr)
Bitch, I’m the GOAT, you know I’m the king, uh
(You know I’m the fuckin’ king, nigga)
Bitch, I’m the GOAT, you know I’m the king
You know these suckers can’t fuck with me, nigga
Free Cutter, my nigga, my bro in the bin (Free Cutter)
He told me, “Fuck it, it’s nothin’, my nigga
I’ll touch in a minute, keep doin’ your thing,” look

[Verse]
I hear these rappers talkin’ like they droppin’ classic shit
They songs might even be hot, but that shit cap, so it’s an asterisk
It’s blasphemous, they tried to blackball me like I’m Kaepernick
The money I deserve from off my craft, I ain’t see half of it
But I never complained, I just kept stackin’, I ain’t ask for shit
I had to learn the business by myself and now I mastered it (I’m good now)
Drumwork mean all the guns got drums, that’s just how bad it get
I shoot that nigga right in front of his kids, that’s just how mad I get (Boom, boom, boom)
“Machine, you made me wanna rap again,” your favorite rapper say
Snatch a page from my book, get all the praise and all the accolades (Pssh)
Before that, they autotune, stuck in that lean and snappin’ days
Now they who brought it back, what all the blogs and podcasts will say (Fuck outta here)
Wow, this shit is gettin’ wild
Rank they albums higher than mines when y’all know niggas stole my style (Ha)
I’m the nicest, I was hearin’ CO’s sayin’ on the chow
Me and Daringer together like King James and The Brow (Woo)
Fuck these niggas, I’m the strongest, I’m the supervillain (Ah)
We did the shooting killings since Murder Inc and Ja Rule was winnin’ (Talk to ’em)
Have your kufi spillin’, end your life, it ain’t no new beginnings
Move in Benzes, new extended in it, bitch, we do the spinnin’ (Stop playin’, nigga)
Yeah, I’m the nigga that restored the feeling (Ha), huh
Last month alone I cleared a quarter million
Ten tennis necklaces, my neck look like some water spillin’ (No cap)
Drumwork, uh

[Chorus]
Started with O’s, I ended with ki’s
You know how I roll, my pole in my jeans (Pole in my jeans, nigga)
I’m wipin’ your nose, you knows what I mean
You know how it go, you know the Machine (You know how it go)
My little woe, he only nineteen
But he be on go, my nigga not green (Ah, ah)
My nigga be low, my nigga not seen (Ah, ah)
Know he gon’ up it and smoke anything (Brr)
Bitch, I’m the GOAT, you know I’m the king, uh (The fuckin’ goat, nigga)
(I’m the king of this shit, nigga)
Bitch, I’m the GOAT, you know I’m the king (I’m the new king)
You know these suckers can’t fuck with me, nigga (Yeah)
Free Cutter, my nigga, my bro in the bin (Free Cutter)
He told me, “Fuck it, it’s nothin’, my nigga
I’ll touch in a minute, keep doin’ your thing,” yeah (Boom, boom, boom)

[Outro]
Machine, bitch
You know, I see through these niggas, man (I see through these niggas, man)
I see through these niggas (I see through these niggas)
I never complain, I don’t trip (I don’t trip)
I just switch my pitch (I just switch my pitch)
Now look at my wrist (Now look at my wrist)
Now, look it, I’m rich (Now, look it, I’m rich)
Yeah (Yeah)
Niggas got rich without me (Niggas got rich without me)
I was left for dead (I was left for dead)
Ayy, oh (Ayy, oh), I got a lot more to say (I got a lot more to say)
But fuck it, we’ll save it (Fuck it, we’ll save it)
Ayy, Daringer, we’ll save it for Reject 3 (Reject 3)
Oh my fuckin’ goodness (Fuckin’ goodness)