Conway the Machine - Guilty** lyrics

Lyrics from snippet [Intro] The Beat Brothers Guilty This sh*t got that feel [Verse 1] Uh, look, reject back from the trenches Back with the MAC with extensions Thinkin' 'bout when they had me layin' on my back in intensive Clapped in my head and neck That sh*t was inches from hittin' my carotid I would've bled to death and nobody could stop it Doctor said the bullet too close to my voice box to try to get it out it "You can't touch it and I doubt there's anything we can do about it" Bells Palsy from damage to my nerves No feeling in my legs, I took a bullet in the head, ni**a That's why I chuckle at the commеnts that I read About the way my face look, and sh*t, I could'vе been dead Just focus on the lyrics, don't focus on my appearance Bro, you too pussy to go through it, so you fear it You see the way they quotin' this sh*t hysterically What you see is the dopest of any era, Machine Bump a line of this coke you see on the mirror Sniff, ni**a, this sh*t is a gift, ni**a King of the underground, but still, I'm a rich ni**a A few years ago, I was just on my dick, ni**a Moral of my story, I ain't switch up my pitch, ni**a Stayin' true to myself and take whatever I get, ni**a A lot of ni**as rappin', they don't spit it like this, ni**a Rollie on my wrist, leave the pot like this, ni**a, whip, ni**a Name your top five, I might be better After this album, bet a critic can't slight me ever No pen, no pad when I write these lyrics I just recite off the top, that sh*t hype me better Played with bricks since the fitted cap and white tee era Ask Benny, ask West, had semis, had TECs, ni**a No kizzy, we was really at necks, ni**a Really bled with me, then he really got stretched, ni**a Machine