Da Cypher - Conway the Machine, 38 Spesh & Dave East: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Conway the Machine, 38 Spesh & Dave East

Da Cypher

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Da Cypher was released on March 6, 2026 by EMG THE LABEL as a part of the album Da Cypher - Single

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OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Conway the Machine

Conway the Machine

Vocals

38 Spesh

Vocals

Dave East

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Demond Price

Composer

Justin Harrell

Composer

David Brewster

Composer

Tyre Matthews

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Dj Profluent

Producer

J. MANIFEST

Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

DJ Profluent (Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah), yeah

(EMG)

Uh, mhm (Brrt, brrt)

Right, yeah

Machine, bitch (Drumwork, n****)

You know, you know

**** know my body of work right now, n****

Ayo, EMG, woo (Reshaping The Culture)

Ayo, they say bro in his bag (Huh?)

They hate more when they mad (N**** hate me)

Maybach owner, the Daytona Giraffe (Ah)

The yayo on the plate, razor and bags

Once I sell this last bum I can pay for another half, look (Let me get all that)

It's felony crimes, you **** tellin' (Y'all n**** bitch)

My bro Gregory Hines, he do the steppin' (Hahaha)

Shot that **** like seven times and threw the weapon

Wipe the prints off first, he learned his fuckin' lesson from the last case (Woo)

Lawyer money, got that spent (Talk to 'em)

These new **** runnin' and snitchin', a rat race (Hahaha)

Tell on my dogs, that get you shot in your rat face (Pah, pah, pah)

Really had weight, choppin', bag base (I did)

Yeah, I ran the money up, for real (Huh?)

I touched a couple mill' in my illustrious career (Huh?)

These **** ain't fuckin' with us still, for real

And I don't care how you sucker **** feel, Machine (Brrt)

Now let's go, truthfully I'm the GOAT

You think that I got opps then you believe in ghosts

My crew defeated most in any season

My shooters leavin' folks, they be the reason your eulogy is wrote

News post sayin' how you was brutally was smoked

The loudest **** in the room usually was broke

Louis V coat match beautifully with the loafs

These **** is parasites, I refuse to be the host

I'm 'bout growth, time is of the essence, huh

Me and the plug got a powerful connection

Sold drugs like it was an honorable profession

To get a couple million dollars inside of my possession

Acknowledge my progression, a violent adolescent

But silent when I was questioned by the homicide detectives

Denied a lot of guys credit

And no, I'm not sorry

A king don't apologize to peasants, motherfucker

All of these drugs sold, kind of heartbreakin', like if a thug told

I want the cake, gun got a funny face, it's a snub nose

Last time you seen the sunlight was before the trunk close

Make another gangster again, not that shit Trump spoke

Seen dumb coke cover the table followed by blunt smoke

Razor to your neck, we been cut throat since a jump rope

I know that Pimp C died with memories only Bun know (Rest in peace)

Interior is sunset, shit look like when the sun low (Ill)

The white girl we got in Maryland was stamped, "Monroe" (White)

Are we even? **** Tom Sheppard playin' Nutso (Are we even?)

Razor in my mouth like Pac, talkin' a flip

Makin' sales off a razor, remember my phone would flip

30 Crip, could give a fuck about a list, I'm off the bench

Fashion week, 90° out and Ronny got me in the trench

I wasn't sweatin', coolin' than your reverend tellin' you, "Repent"

A hundred lessons, learned 'em in my section

Felon that got rich (Rollin')

Pablo

(EMG)

Written by: David Brewster, Demond Price, Justin Harrell, Tyre Matthews

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