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Izzy Mac

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You know I ain't breakin
Motherfuckin' fake friend that's drenched in that hatred
Motherfuckin' fake friend I'm built for that greatness
Yeah, you know I ain't braking

Your life need to be straightened out, with some braces
Motherfuck a fake friend who's bathed in pure hatred
Motherfuckin' fake friend that slaves for that fake shit
Praise God and thank Him for real friends, that shit's great

I hope you make it, let's get this paper
I can never see myself stretched out for someone else
Got some unheard shit stressed out from someone else
Bitch, I know I'm blessed, first of all, I love myself

Spirit in the flesh, f*ck yeah, my soul gon' be expensive as f*ck
When I'm all up in hell, countin' paper with Jarrell
I get paper in the mail, all these haters fuckin' smell
Similar to fuckin' bums, askin' me for hella crumbs

Get your thumb out your motherfuckin' ass
Switch it up, and, focus on your math
Lookin' back at my past, I ain't got no choice to motherfuckin' laugh
Puff, puff, and pass, once again I gotta laugh

Cause I survived, bitch, I'm alive
Look me in the eye, I'm gon' tell you if you lie
You live and you die, if you lucky do it twice
You live and you die, don't get fucked for no price

You look like you been suckin' on that ice
I feel like I just filled up on that rice
Barely answer my phone, if I do I'm feelin' nice
Gon' be buggin' in my bed like a head full of lice

You heard what I said, bitch, don't make me say it twice
No, I said it right, I was nice and polite
Please don't try to fight, cause I'm built for the end
Like a mouse trap for mice

Any given night, I could murder the mic
Yeah, you fuckin' right, any second
I could say some shit that's gon' ruin your night
Eight out of ten news is phony, alright

Twelve out of ten niggas was broke and they owe me
Twenty out of ten niggas don't know where they goin
Fifty out of ten bitches gon' f*ck up in this club
If you ain't know, peep the statistics

They love it when I perform in the club
Cause I'm honestly realistic
Yea fuckin' hoe in a bonnet and my drink came from Sonic
Sayin' that she like how I smoke, but I just smoked on chronic

One hundred percent of the people gon' tell me how to value my feelings
But they don't ever listen
One hundred percent of the people gon' tell me that I'm villain
But I'm just chillin', say they big on loyalty

But they actin' like some stool-pigeons
And you don't know what you missin
Cause I know that I'm one in a million with my hands to the ceiling
Cause I know that I'm different, f*ck your opinions

Try so hard to see the weak in me, cause the game I'm killin
Motherfuck, a fake friend, I don't give no fucks about you
Motherfuck, a fake friend, hope you all get fucked, nigga
Motherfuck, a fake friend, hope you all get fucked

IN THE FUCKIN ASS,  just like some sluts
She just mad cause I ain't tryna f*ck
I was busy counting all my money up
I don't know what the f*ck they hatin' for

Them haters always try my fucking patience, bruh
You know I ain't breaking
Motherfuck, a fake friend, that's dreams, been that hatred
Motherfuckin fake friend, I'm built for that greatness

Yeah, you know I ain't braking

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