Big Mac (feat. XxPuerMoriXx)

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Shawn of the Dead & Pavalos

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Gotta cop a chain
With a Big Mac that screams my name
I'm a sly cat the beat got maimed
Gotta sell a track 'cause I need the fame
Bundled in a pack man who's to blame?
Gotta cop a bag your bars are lame
Gotta bring the heat so bring the flame
'Cause they gonna check everything you claim
And they'll make sure to slander your name
Sell you short put bullets in your brain
Put you in the dirt just to take you out the game
(aye)
(yeah, look)
Big Macs and gold chains (yeah)
Laced blunts with cocaine
Hoes with no names
Just wanna clout chase (hm)
(For the money, for the money)
So we keep the money in the briefcase
Big Macs and gold chains (hmm)
Laced blunts with cocaine
Hoes with no names
Just wanna clout chase (hm)
(For the money, for the money, for the money)
So we keep the money in the briefcase
Trade your integrity for Big Mac dreams
A new chain? Well I guess that's clean
Okay Mr. Supreme with the patty
Ride the beat like I own a Caddy
Shits fire not the track it's ashy
Where's the lotion?
I'm fluid with the motion
All without promotion
I own their devotion
Now peep the commotion
Claim you wanna ride huh?
Let bygones be bygones
When I'm bye, gone
5G for connection like Verizon
Can't see me bitch?
Put your eyes on (aye, aye, aye, ay)
I was told I didn't have drive
By niggas who don't have the keys in the ignition
But they spit that repetition
Where's my competition (aye, aye)
They wanna block your shine
And tell you that they can't feel it
But when you kill the track
They have to say they dig it (aye)
Like look at your hand you got the shovel
But somehow you wanna discuss it in a huddle
Man just let my shit play
Let my shit relay
I got nothing else to say but hey (aye)
Nothing else to say
Nothing else to say
Nothing else to say but hey, hey
Big Macs and gold chains (hm)
Laced blunts with cocaine
Hoes with no names
Just wanna clout chase (hm)
So we keep the money in the briefcase
Big Macs and gold chains (hm)
Laced blunts with cocaine
Hoes with no names
Just wanna clout chase (hm)
So we keep the money in the briefcase
Broke ass, grubbin' on a Big Mac
You're only in it for the fame like a quarterback
Here's an honest review
I got some feedback
You only dip your toes in
I'm submerged in the ocean
Surrounded by sharks
Steady makin' my mark like Tony Stark
I ain't fuckin' with narcs
Movin' smart, held my head up from the start
(Held my head up from the start)
Held my head up from the start (yup, yup)
Poppin' blocks like bottle caps
Fill in the gaps, bridge in the path
Doin' the math, if we keep going this way
We might get a plaque
All the pain in my back
Holds me back
F*ck it's obnoxious, feeding my conscious
Eating with chopsticks
Politicking 'bout nonsense
It's just adding to my problems
Fucking adding to my problems
All this nonsense
It's just adding to my problems
Yeah
Big Macs and gold chains (hm)
Laced blunts with cocaine
Hoes with no names
Just wanna clout chase (hm)
So we keep the money in the briefcase
Big Macs and gold chains (hm)
Laced blunts with cocaine
Hoes with no names
Just wanna clout chase (hm)
So we keep the money in the briefcase

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